Re: Call: Marina S & Shane A
I tried to be [Grimace, like the word coming is gross.] nice. I told Russ to come over and wrap presents for Nathan with me. He was bein' weird because I scored a lot of shit, I told him it was all going to be from Santa, not to worry like -- not like Nathan's birthday, and Russ just... it was a lot of "What are you doing? I'm not doing this or bein' here!" And then he fuckin' split like a rerun of... just I tried, I didn't yell.. I mean until he was down the hall, and then yeah, I threw a bottle of wine at his head, but... [For the first time in a long time, her emotions sound genuine. Blame the wine, but she sounds sad.]
So now I'm gonna burn down the Christmas tree, move the presents outside, and marry a firefighter who comes to rescue me from smoke inha-va-lation? [Sigh, smoke. Good plan? Feels good.]
You got your own shit, I know. I shouldn't have even called. I just wanted --- when I was a kid, shit was perfect. I... [Drifting, inhale.]