Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-10-10 00:26:00 |
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Current mood: | high |
Entry tags: | jameson kemp, lena rainmayr, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas, Jamie, other Kemps, and mentions of Beelzebub
WHAT: Beelzebub doesn't work like other demons do...
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHERE: An alley, Kemp home
WARNINGS: Drug use
The memory of the salt and vinegar chips he had left the house for lingered briefly in his mind before it was pushed aside by the more immediate need to seek out his phone. His brain felt like it was stuck in mud, making it difficult to do anything other than lie on his back and let pleasure consume him.
He hadn't had a hit nearly two decades.
The stars seemed brighter than they usually were and Thomas stared at them for a moment before remembering his missing. Phone. Press numbers. Call someone. With uncooperative fingers he pressed for the first number on his list. Jamie. It was always Jamie. Blinking hard, trying to keep awake, he waited for his son to answer the phone.