Some Days He Feels Like Dying, chapter 1
Adrienne left me. She's gone for good. "I can't take this town. I'm leaving you tonight." Those words went through my head all night. I couldn't sleep. I needed somebody to talk to. Now.
I got out of bed, made sure the kids were still asleep, and then went to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mike. It's Billie."
"Oh, hey, how's it going?"
"She left me."
"Oh, God..."
Just a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was Mike. I let him in and we sat down at the table. I got up and offered him a beer. We sat there. Boozing. Smoking. Talking. Crying. It was all just a big blur. Of course, Mike is always here for me. He has been since the day we met. I always talk to him if I have a problem.
After a couple of hours, I looked at the clock and it read 2:03. Mike stood up. "I better get going. It's late."
"Okay."
I walked him over to the door, and he gave me one last hug before he left. I started crying. Just bawling. Mike stayed there and comforted me until I could actually stop. He left. I decided to sit myself on the table again and think. I just thought about Adrienne. I guess I was thinking about her for a long time because when I looked back at the clock it said 3:22.
I grabbed another beer. Drank... drank... drank...
3 am. I'm drunk again.
At about 4:30 I laid down on the couch and cried myself to sleep. "I can't take this town. I'm leaving you tonight" Over and over.
I woke up at noon. I probably would have slept later if the kids hadn't woke me up.
"DAD, DAD! WAKE UP!!!"
I finally woke up, and they asked me where mommy was. I said that I didn't know.
As a matter of fact, I really wasn't lying. I didn't know where she had gone. My eyes filled with tears, and I told the kids to go and make themselves some breakfast.
I sat there. Again. Crying. I went to my room. The room of which I had a fight with Adrienne the night before. The room was messy. There were things everywhere. Clothes. Books. Everything. I shuffled myself around the room. Looking at the debris from the fight. I looked in her drawers. Almost all her clothes were gone. She packed. She left. "I can't take this town. I'm leaving you tonight."
I found a blank sheet of lined paper on the ground. I stared at it. Then I found a pen. I took the paper. I took the pen. I started writing. I wasn't writing a poem. I wasn't writing to my diary. I was writing a song.
The song would be called 'Letterbomb'.
I got out of bed, made sure the kids were still asleep, and then went to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mike. It's Billie."
"Oh, hey, how's it going?"
"She left me."
"Oh, God..."
Just a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was Mike. I let him in and we sat down at the table. I got up and offered him a beer. We sat there. Boozing. Smoking. Talking. Crying. It was all just a big blur. Of course, Mike is always here for me. He has been since the day we met. I always talk to him if I have a problem.
After a couple of hours, I looked at the clock and it read 2:03. Mike stood up. "I better get going. It's late."
"Okay."
I walked him over to the door, and he gave me one last hug before he left. I started crying. Just bawling. Mike stayed there and comforted me until I could actually stop. He left. I decided to sit myself on the table again and think. I just thought about Adrienne. I guess I was thinking about her for a long time because when I looked back at the clock it said 3:22.
I grabbed another beer. Drank... drank... drank...
3 am. I'm drunk again.
At about 4:30 I laid down on the couch and cried myself to sleep. "I can't take this town. I'm leaving you tonight" Over and over.
I woke up at noon. I probably would have slept later if the kids hadn't woke me up.
"DAD, DAD! WAKE UP!!!"
I finally woke up, and they asked me where mommy was. I said that I didn't know.
As a matter of fact, I really wasn't lying. I didn't know where she had gone. My eyes filled with tears, and I told the kids to go and make themselves some breakfast.
I sat there. Again. Crying. I went to my room. The room of which I had a fight with Adrienne the night before. The room was messy. There were things everywhere. Clothes. Books. Everything. I shuffled myself around the room. Looking at the debris from the fight. I looked in her drawers. Almost all her clothes were gone. She packed. She left. "I can't take this town. I'm leaving you tonight."
I found a blank sheet of lined paper on the ground. I stared at it. Then I found a pen. I took the paper. I took the pen. I started writing. I wasn't writing a poem. I wasn't writing to my diary. I was writing a song.
The song would be called 'Letterbomb'.
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