Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
His bones demanded adjustment, and Joey rolled his shoulders when he leaned forward. Hunched in the too-tall likeness of gargoyles that never found comfort on all those church ledges. Cowboy bones that felt randomly old, like all those long nights and street fights were catching up with him now. An elbow perched on the sharp bend of his knee, and he inspected the mark she rubbed away from the toe of her shoe. Here and then gone, like so many things in his life.
He knew the basic outline. The steps one took to fill holes in their hearts or combat the loneliness of uselessness. It always seemed so easy when it was written down on paper or shouted by ministers of cheap television sets. He looked on it in the kin dof simplicity that Ella did, though. Figure out what works, and do that. Figure out what kept him taking steps forward. What made him want to try at all. What made him pick up a pen to talk instead of oving into a filthy bar where nobody wanted to get known. Looking after Sam was good for that, when doing so wasn't fruitless because she wouldn't let him. There was something else, tho.