Jim Thompson, �Savage Night�
Not to cheapen the passing of Big Tom, but I�ve figured out that his death was not the terrible thing I prophesized from a week or so ago.
After all the emotional upheaval of the crazy ex-girlfriend contacting me yet again, I was dumped by The Girlfriend last night.
I can�t say this came as a surprise. We haven�t had any fights, and things have been just fine, thanks, but we�ve also spent every night together since the end of December. What used to be delight turned into routine.
The love and interest is still there, but she also has been in steady relationships since she�s been allowed to have relationships. She�s feeling antsy, I guess.
There are other things as well, things like the very real possibility of Columbia saying �come on down,� and me having to split in a hurry. Or maybe it�s PMS, as that�s always an easy thing to blame.
I figure it�s because I�m a bad person, and God hates me. In the mean time, we�re bound to stay close, as we can�t seem to keep our goddamn hands off each other.
But it still hurts.
Of course, this means that I�ll have plenty of time to catch up on these reviews, so it won�t be the weekly posting that has happened as of late.
You�ll excuse me if I�m not exactly fucking enthusiastic about that.
And tonight can only be worse. Savage Night, Jim? Call me melodramatic, but I would have traded with your main character in a heartbeat. After all, the only thing that happened to him was that he got shot. And stabbed. And hit with a blackjack in the skull. Lucky bastard.
So tonight, for the first time in a long time, I�ll sleep alone. Perhaps pornography will help. And a big bottle of whiskey.
Only one way to find out.
