Bleak House
What better reason to make my way out of the house but guilt. Guilt that I am behaving like them big annoying shots. Always making promises they don’t keep. Mouth full of bullshit and smiles. Never returning calls, never giving a crap. Too late… I was one hour late as it were. The lady was in no position to complain. I apologised and was extra nice anyway, but couldn’t help noticing her herpes. She kept touching it passingly, too much hand, too much hair. She left happy, I was left feeling I never get to accomplish anything. The day went down from there.
