#duuality

Willard is sitting in the living room, near the open window, letting his cigarette smoke draw out with the breeze. He presses the phone to his ear and waits for Joker to pick up.

He orders an iced tea because it’s 95ºF and he’s wearing a leather jacket. The cup squeaks on the table, then leaves a water ring when Kit picks it up again to take a long sip and rattle his ice cubes at the wooden chair opposite Joker, his hand already wrapped over the backbone. His fingers cover every black marker letter on the cup but one solid, indelible K. “Someone sittin here?”

“You look--” Her stare says Like a fucking nerd. She decides on the more diplomatic, “Like you received some sort of education. Somewhere. What sort of books should I read that will fully encompass a high school experience. I need some modern, youthful culture.”

            ‘  --- there's this little restaurant in sausalito where a seagull sits on the windowsill. you can tell by his expression he doesn't have any idea that people shoot at each other. when i get outta here, i'm going there every day until i get that same expression on my face. ’

He’s back and he’s got popcorn. He calls James’ name as he steps inside the apartment. Another long day but he’s not as tired as usual. Sometimes you just strike lucky.

‘Close the door behind you.’

‘ funny. you don’t look much like a james to me. ’

       “Oh shit. Oh shit dude, I follow you on Twitter! Look, I ain’t meanin’ to sound rabid or whatever, but how you do it? Stay funny all the time?”