"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second," he holds his free hand up, index finger extended. The idea that Allison has been tracking him all this time is both upsetting and rather comical, because it's so in line with the measures his family will take to look out for one another without actually looking out for them.
He laughs brightly, dropping his pointing hand to scrub his palm over his face. "Why would you do that to your poor assistant, shit. I hardly know where I am half the time, let alone trying to get someone else to take care of it. Oh, man, you better pay her the big bucks."
The past few years are a blur of motion in his memory, nothing but new beds and strangers every night, with new drugs or more alcohol, anything to take away the bite of reality. "I like to stay under the radar, mysterious. On the down low, as the kids say. No sense in keeping things simple, that gets boring. But you should have sent a card. I'd have made the whole hospital visit more exciting if you'd told me you were coming."
He's wanted to see her for years, but between the unstable housing and all of the drugs, he never quite made it that far. Why invite her (beg her) to come see him when he had nowhere to take her, no one to introduce her to, and nothing to show for their time apart. She was a movie star, after all and him? Well, untraceable. That's how important he is.
"And all because they strapped me to the bed when I took a tumble. Jesus. But see, I'm fine. They over exaggerated." He's not fine, if the tremble in his hands and the dark circles under his eyes paired with the the too-thin frame mean anything. "But here we are, family reunion complete. Well, at least for you and me. Did you tell Luther you were here? Haven't seen dearest Number One in years now."
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He laughs brightly, dropping his pointing hand to scrub his palm over his face. "Why would you do that to your poor assistant, shit. I hardly know where I am half the time, let alone trying to get someone else to take care of it. Oh, man, you better pay her the big bucks."
The past few years are a blur of motion in his memory, nothing but new beds and strangers every night, with new drugs or more alcohol, anything to take away the bite of reality. "I like to stay under the radar, mysterious. On the down low, as the kids say. No sense in keeping things simple, that gets boring. But you should have sent a card. I'd have made the whole hospital visit more exciting if you'd told me you were coming."
He's wanted to see her for years, but between the unstable housing and all of the drugs, he never quite made it that far. Why invite her (beg her) to come see him when he had nowhere to take her, no one to introduce her to, and nothing to show for their time apart. She was a movie star, after all and him? Well, untraceable. That's how important he is.
"And all because they strapped me to the bed when I took a tumble. Jesus. But see, I'm fine. They over exaggerated." He's not fine, if the tremble in his hands and the dark circles under his eyes paired with the the too-thin frame mean anything. "But here we are, family reunion complete. Well, at least for you and me. Did you tell Luther you were here? Haven't seen dearest Number One in years now."