Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future. He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning. He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.
“When you’re an adult you can do anything you want.”
That’s what Ron remembered hearing over and over again growing up. Now as he paid his credit cards and watched his bank account balance drift precipitously towards zero he wondered if they meant anything free, if he had free time…
Let’s play a game of pretend. Pretend you are a better person. Pretend you are kind. Pretend you are smart. Pretend that you matter. Keep pretending a bit more each day. My daughter pretends to be a princess every day, and I believe her. Make the world believe in you.
The layers of butter and flour stared at Frank, daring him to resist their crunchy flaky goodness. He knew taking one bite would be the end of him. Instead, he ate the whole thing. Frank was in for a few rounds on his porcelain throne, but damn it was good.
“Break the fourth wall in your life,” Sam said. “Go out and talk to those that are watching you. Engage them. Learn something more about your life and world.”
“That sound like great advice,” Bert said.
Bert turns to you. “So what about it, reader? What can you tell me?”
So many words to juggle, but tonight I don’t have the dexterity to do so. I am closing my circus in hopes that tomorrow the show can go on. If not, I know of some great friends who will help me set the fires and collect the insurance. True dat!
Empty beer bottles spun, mesmerizing Freda. She wondered if there was some sort of astrological significance to their motions as they all slowed down and stopped pointing in different directions. She laughed, thinking how that used to signify who to kiss. Now it just signified how absolutely drunk she was.