No Rest For The Wicked

Category: Alphonse

  • Walk Away

    Walk Away

    Things with Travis are not good.

    They haven’t been good for a long time, or maybe they never were.

    I am fantastically hopeful and persistent to a fault.

    But everyone has a last straw.

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  • Oversharing

    Oversharing

    Don’t talk about Fight Club.

    OMG, the van is his! I don’t know where it came from, if he bought it or he already had it. But the timing in which it appears matters.

    Two weeks ago Alphonse went to a national gathering of motorcycles out in the middle of the desert with his wife and his brother and his brother’s wife.

    He was gone for a week and I found myself unexpectedly distraught during that time. A couple months ago he went on a cruise with his family and I felt the same way.

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  • Cool Heads Prevail

    Cool Heads Prevail

    Alphonse is a doctor. I like doctors.

    The technical challenges of carrying on a relationship with Alphonse are numerous. Like, too many to count. They’re not my challenges, they’re his, and one of them is that his place of business is not a suitable location for shenanigans.

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  • Alphonse

    Alphonse

    Alphonse spent three years making direct eye contact, standing too close, touching me whenever he could.

    But he didn’t know with whom he fucketh. Imagine playing the lottery and accidentally picking the Crossroads card.

    His bold actions intrigued me.

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  • Spirits in the Material World

    Spirits in the Material World

    Two weeks ago I had a dream about Alphonse that was not a dream.

    My dogs had woke me up to go outside around 5:15am and I got back to sleep around 5:30.

    It’s likely that Alphonse was already awake at this time.

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