My arch-nemesis is now not just an husband (to a "gorgeous punk-rawk princess!") but baby-father. And, yes, he's twenty-six, and, yes, he always had a way with the ladies, of burrowing into their hearts and stealing away with piece (he had that killer instinct that I have always lacked (and probably always will), and even though he would never admit his good fortune), but, damn... For how much he tried to bring high-camp and melodrama to his life -- and for how much I tried to reverse the same in my life (though usually not successfully) -- he's the one living the normal, work-a-day life of wife, kid, car, job, white-picket-fence -- in a word, stability.
But from such is what he always ran.
Weird how things like that turn out??
But from such is what he always ran.
Weird how things like that turn out??
And thanks, I guess it's good that I quit smoking...well sort of.