frying eggs and making toast, and this was different, usually i wake up before her and she wakes up when i'm pouring a bowl of cornflakes - then she comes out of the shower when i'm almost done with my cereal. and then she smiles at me and i grin. well, she smiled eartoear when i walked into the kitchen - my god, she looked so beautiful standing there - sweatpants, old tshirt, wet hair. where did she get the eggs? "my god, you look beautiful," i said, coming up behind her, putting my arms around her, my hands on her belly, kissed her on the neck. "so where did you get the eggs?" --- "o - i went to the grocery store, well, big bear.. i got all kinds of stuff - check it out." and i did - it was fantastic - all the stuff, new milk, orangejuice, celery, eggs, bagels, coldcuts, cheese. "and," she said. "i got peanutbutter, bread, some spices, and a cookbook; so i'll go out later.. i suppose." --- wow - let's see - i'd have to see about this job at the emerald dragon, hmm i guess. "i got some everlasting." --- "everlasting, like tuck?" --- "not exactly. hey, it's also called lady's tobacco." "o," i said. "can you smoke it?" --- "i hope so, this bsa agent i met at the cementoceanshore coffeeshop told me that indians used to smoke it to get rid of headaches." --- "hmm." - who was this bsa agent. well, those jealousy feelings, i don't like them at all. they make me feel stupid paranoia feeling overload eventually, too much too soon too late too sudden. and i was being possessive, i get there, always and i don't like it, but it happens, and it always gets on her nerves whoever she is. maybe this bsa agent was a girl, too, or instead - i don't know. i'll just try to forget it. i'll just try to forget it. i guess i'll have to forget it. so, she put two plates on the floor ( we didn't have a table; there's not much pay for a bsa agent, and most of our money wasn't gotten illegally, at least it put food in our refridgerator) "did you get it at the emerald dragon?" --- "yes, the people there are nice. they didn't have any dragonsblood though. i didn't ask, that might have seemed suspicious." --- "no dragonsblood?" i asked --- "no." and at this time the phone rang, so i answered it, which was convenient because it was for me. and it was dennis. god this kid was 3/4 my age, and he drove me up the wall. i think he looked up to me for some reason. well besides his can-i-tag-along annoyance, he loved comicbooks, and he'd talk about them all the time. this boy had just become old enough to legally drink alcohol, and he still read comic books, which is fine, it's great, in fact it's wonderful, he's just too old to get obsessed with the books. well, guess what he was calling me about -
