When the lights go down in the city

    TO DO 6/2/2008

-  Call New York (see L. Smithe)
-  Meeting with S Dyer
-  Fax information
-  Shopping
-  Meeting with L Smithe
-  Post office
-  Call Dad
-  Notary

[Private entry] I'm coming home again.

    He would be upset to know that the denial and the betrayal was done without any crowing of a rooster.  It's fine, Herod, there's still one more dance to do.

In this play, everyone has a role even if they don't know it or not.  If I can't stop my stupid fucking mouth, then I'll have to move now.

I had a dream that I was down on the beach with my mother and Jonba, we were so happy.  Sitting in the sun and running through the waves, she told me that she loved me, that she loved both of us.  She was so beautiful that I couldn't even see her, she was bright and hot like the sun and when she held me it felt like coming home.  She kissed both of my eyes and then my mouth and told me that I was doing the right thing, and when it was all over she would be well again. 

I woke up feeling warm and happy.  I woke up alone.  I know he thinks I'm disgusting, he's afraid to touch me, like I am some sort of fucking diseased dog.  I'm going to get my filth on him, on his sheets and on his skin.  I should never have told him, because now that's all he can think when he looks at me.  It was a real shame because I really do love him, I wouldn't lie about that, I never do.  It's fine, I'm use to unrequited love.

Dad was right, no one will truly love me.  Not after they know me.  If we can't get rid of the sin, we'll get rid of the sinner.  Won't we? 

Salome's father

Author's Note:  Behind the cut deals with some disturbing behaviors.  I do not condone such behaviors, this is fiction and nothing else.  Any problems with the content shall be directed to the big Gorilla in back, who's really, really hungry.  Ya dig?


            Salome’s father, Liam Collins, was a tall bear of a man.  With dark hair and dark eyes and a neatly trimmed, but equally black goatee, he wore the continence of a man who had seen hell and had no problem showing it to others who crossed him.  A son of a whore, he grew up fighting everyone and everything he saw as a threat, which earned him a few nasty scars and a reputation that followed him to America.  He started working in shipyards as soon as he could pass himself off as of legal age.  As a member of the IRA, he used his position at the docks to help smuggle in weapons and explosives.  After a few successful runs, he realized it was more profitable to work for both sides, a philosophy he would follow the rest of his life.

( If Salome is sunshine, Liam Collins is a black hole. )