Apparently I'm CLE daddy's star golden child and I'm "exemplary" since I'm part of the family. Nothing about me is professional or exemplary insofar I have half a tab of LSD that
Relentless Sunday night. I was begging to go home but The Boss lingered around the tables, making it impossible to leave.
I needed his permission so I stuck around trying to be busy while I had already completed my tasks.
At home extatic, on the floor, keeping myself busy. Half with the intent to go to Rudy's other half hoping someone would drag me with them.
When the Macedonians left not inving me, not even a smidge of thought towards me to even pop their heads in or yell out in my direction inquiring about my plans fro the evening (a simple invite or heads up would have suficed)
Being left to my own devises, I traversed next door to find an empty saloon. The lingering cigarette smell and slightly propped door led me to peak my head in to find the Chinese man sitting in the arm chair in his underwear.
Our conversation abbruptly ended and I flew out the door."Are they at Rudys?" I asked
"Yes" he said in this thick accent.
I burst through the door high and mighty but the second I walked through I was reminded a Sunday night at Rudy's is not Morrisey Night [305 Spring St].
The bar is emptier than usual was my first thought
I make the safe choice and sit next to the Fat Girl.
We have nothing to say to eachother
I made the "righteous" choice to present myself, but I'm reminded Ohio has no avail.
"Sofia is the prettiest girl in Vermilion" said one of the gay China boys
I lean my head back in the soft Jeep Wrangler seat and turn my head to the left gazing out the window. The crunching sound of the mayflies underneath the tires combined with their unsightliness led me to close my eyes.
It's hotter than hell in this apartment. I'm not sure what I'm walking into. The Boss is CLE famous and I'm the nepo baby daughter.