Andrew's doing his best to accept his fate -- of course, he took me up on his going to the Golden Door spa - and of course, he's taking Greg. Fine, just to have some space when "mama" descends on LA is worth the ten grand it's gonna cost me.
"Babe, I really do envy you! You're spending a week in paradise and I'm spending a week in parental hell."
He's unsympathetic. "You made your bed, Eric. Lie in it and love it because you set this aaaaaaall up yourself."
He's right.
But I swear, this time, I'm telling them about me, about me and Drew. I've had it. I definitely think I can do this, this time. When I can do it in person - -when they're right here so they won't be confused or freaked out... I mean, they're my parents, I love them, in spite of themselves -- it matters.
OH Jeez -- Mocha Daze!!
The place looked like it was standing on a toothpick.
Someone had done some serious damage. Vandalism isn't the word, it looked like those pictures from the L.A. riots. Broken glass everywhere, not a coffee cup in sight -- and Hugo's precious stained glass window -- smashed.
He was standing there, looking it over. He gave me a chagrinned look.
"I feel like Scarlet after the burning of Atlanta..."
The poor man.
He had worked so hard for all this. I'm sure the insurance will cover it, but the memories, the memories are gone.
It's such an invasion, a theft. I remember being broken into in college, I remember wanting to throw everything out -- every single thing I owned, becauce someone stranger, some weird psycho freak had maybe looked at it, or considered stealing it.... that's how Hugo must be feeling right now.
Who?
What kind of sick bastard would do something like this for what, a lousy few hundred bucks?
Who?
