My Dead Boyfriend Page #4

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We actually weren't that bad,

although Zoe began to take it

a bit more seriously

than I had ever intended.

We're Mommy's Little Whore!

And our drummer

was a total disaster.

Thank you! Good night.

So, of course,

I had to date him.

Because he wasn't just

a bad drummer.

Hey, you looked

really hot tonight.

He was a real firestorm

of stimulating conversation.

Mary? Mary?

Little Mary McCrawley?

Uh... thanks for the

compliment. Do I know you?

I'm Joey Lucas

from Hoboken, New Jersey.

Um, I was your old neighbor.

Friend of your parents?

Uh-huh.

The last time

I had seen Joey Lucas

of Hoboken, New Jersey,

was the day he left forever.

This was a historic pattern

in Hoboken,

and Joey Lucas,

like Frank Sinatra before him,

joined a long list of Hobokians

who left and never returned.

My own father was on that list.

He left my mother and me

when I was a year old,

and he never returned.

My mother, on the other hand,

never went anywhere else.

Remember?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Anyway... two days ago,

I see your name on a flyer,

and I think, you know,

it can't be.

I mean, what are the odds?

So... I just thought I'd come

by and see the band and you,

and, uh...

You... you were awesome.

Yeah, yeah. That's right.

I remember.

I totally saw you, dude.

I thought you were

like a manager or...

Huh.

Somethin'.

Um... Oh, listen. Wait

a minute. I had... Yes. I...

That's my card,

if you ever want to, uh,

you know, have dinner

or... catch up.

Sounds great.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I know a really nice place.

It's on First and Third.

Now? Great.

I mean, it looks nice,

but I've never been

actually in it.

Bye.

Mm-hmm. And that's where

we're going?

It's probably really expensive.

Happily, that evening

turned into a glorious

bimonthly tradition

of free food and drink,

which I'm proud to say

continues today.

So are you gonna start looking

for a new job?

I guess. Unfortunately,

I donated my pumps

as part of an art installation

before Primo died.

It's hard to explain.

You need a roommate?

Are you offering?

I just, um...

I work in this

collection agency,

so, you know,

I know a lot of people

who can't pay their bills,

and they're always looking

for a place to live.

That sounds great.

Why don't you send

one of those losers my way?

Alright, never mind.

Bad idea. Okay.

No, it's okay, thanks.

I put an ad in The Voice...

Do you want to come up?

That's right, um, you...

you write for them

sometimes, right?

Well, sometimes is strong.

I mean, they rarely call,

but that's okay,

'cause I decided

to write a novel

about a homeless,

barefoot ex-temp

living off the fat of the land.

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