Sluts in Love

Monty is so fucking bald. If he wasn't so damn red I bet you'd be able to see yourself in that thing.

"What are your plans for the future, Paris?"

He's only letting me smoke in here because it's my last day. Thank Jesus. Court ordered therapy has been swell and all but I have bigger shit to do in my time. "I'm torn between being an astronaut and doing something more creative. Shit, I'm just going to live in a cardboard box and sustain my lifestyle by other people's charity."

He stopped writing this shit down ages ago. "Why are you so afraid of being serious, Paris?"

"I ain't afraid of shit, man. Go ahead, ask me another thought provoking question."

"Tell me about your relationship with Roger, Paris." oh God. Of course he'd pick that shit.

I pause for emphasis. I bite my bottom lip for a good few seconds. "I just..." he's buying into this shit, D'Angelo. Don't disappoint now. "I always wished we could have been closer, you know?" Monty nods. He makes a temple with his fingers and rests his big head on them. "I mean, we were all pretty good until Maura left him. That's when he really started to get angry, ya know?" Oh my God. I might actually piss myself.

"And how old were you?"

"Nine or ten."

"You said Roger became angry. How so?"

Yes Paris, how so? I dig deep into my creative side. "He just- you know how one little thing can tick you off?"

"Yes."

"Well, he'd scream and shout and swear like a bastard. It happened a lot. I think that's when I realized," I paused. I sniffled a little bit. Monty was eating it up like a starving kid in- where? Some third world country.

"That's when I realized how big of a problem my gay kinky porn fetish was."

The bald man sighed like life itself had punched the wind out of him. "After all this time, I thought we were finally making progress, Paris."

I looked at the clock placed conveniently behind his chair. My time with the poor bastard was up for good. "And I thought you knew better than to believe me."

I was just out the door when I remembered something. "Say hi to the wife for me."