#devilfromthebayou

@devilfromthebayou

/S’there anywhere you want to go other than th’ record shop?/ He intoned, glancing out the window as they turned into a parking deck near the heart of New York City. Jono certainly appreciated the ride -- he preferred not to take his bike all the way into the city when visiting, and also preferred not getting stared at on the train -- but he was appreciative of the company, too. It was always helpful to have someone with him who could speak like a normal person when he was out in the world, and beyond that, he liked spending time with Remy when they could. Which was more than Jono would say about a lot of people.

I never really actually knew my mom. I mean, I guess I had to have met her when I was like a baby or whatever, but other than that I never really saw her before. She didn’t die or anything, she just left. Which is fine by me. I had a lot of years of anger towards her, but now I’m just kinda indifferent. My dad was the best damn thing in my life, along with my grandparents. The three of them raised me, and let me tell you, they raised a damn good badass. 

The sperm donor that is my father was a complete shit bag. He was the type of guy that would like to be absent from every ting, until one day he would decide to be father of the year and show up to something, shit faced and smelling like a liquor store. I don’t know how many times I had to beg the school to not tell anyone about him. Most people ignored him anyways. He was also handsy. I’ve taken my fair share of hits from the old man. Welcomed them really if it kept him off my mom. But then again she was no better. She was okay most of the time, but when she’d drink.....it’d be just like him all over again. I think the worst thing they’ve done was leave me in the middle of winter. Canadian winters are fucking harsh man......and when they left, they were evicted right, well when they left, we had no water, no heat, no electric. I woke up and they were gone...I didn’t have anyone to go to or anything. I ended up tracking them down after a while. My dad beat the shit out of me for not staying with the house for that one. I’m missing a whole week of memory after that.......The two of them have me so fucked up that I’m afraid of every single thing I do around Ellie. I can’t be like them...I know I’m already not a great dad, so the pressure of that on top of this? It’s a miracle I haven’t had a heart attack.......well...maybe I did? 

4:01 am [text to: Boss Lady]; I miss you Janey. Get back soon. It’s not the same without you here. And i have so much to tell you.8:30 am [text to: Thunder Buddy]: Do you get reception on Asgard????? 9:01 am [text to: Boss Lady]: You’re gone, Thor’s gone. I’m bored and alone. Please text me back. I miss you. 9:13 am [text to: Boss Lady]: I love you. 10:00 am [text to: Ragin’ Cajun]: I’m having a bad day already. Wanna watch a movie and cuddle? 

[ 22 sec ] [ there’s brief rustling, some fumbling, a few seconds of silence, and then: airhorn. ]

Rem. Cat rancher.

⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text10:28 PM: Alright, LeBeau, after the third time it’s tough believing this is still an accident.10:31 PM: Do you mass-text these? Be honest.♬ for a music rec or lyric text9:11 PM: This song always reminds me of you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9foq4RPR_709:15 PM: That’s meant to be flattering. In case it wasn’t obvious.