Dirtbag
ALL MY POSSESSIONS FOR A MOMENT OF TIME
“So let me get this straight,” Fergus says, taking a moment to pause and smoke, “You hate Hanson and Dolly hates you. And now you’re here with me.”
“That sounds about right,” I sigh. It’s been a week and a half since Dolly blew up on me. I miss her and dislike Hanson all the same.
Fergus eyes me carefully, as if I’m about to combust. “They’re together, you know. I never thought the day would come, but it looks like our little Hansonater has become a taken man. Crazy, right?”
“It won’t last.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Hanson doesn't do relationships.”
“Exactly my point, man,” Fergus groans. “If he doesn't do relationships, then why the fuck is he in one with Dolls?”
“That sounds about right,” I sigh. It’s been a week and a half since Dolly blew up on me. I miss her and dislike Hanson all the same.
Fergus eyes me carefully, as if I’m about to combust. “They’re together, you know. I never thought the day would come, but it looks like our little Hansonater has become a taken man. Crazy, right?”
“It won’t last.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Hanson doesn't do relationships.”
“Exactly my point, man,” Fergus groans. “If he doesn't do relationships, then why the fuck is he in one with Dolls?”