2019-10-24 - Alive is Good Enough

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Feel I should let you know, love, if a shadow blinks at you with green eyes when you next crash here, it's just a cat. nothing odd.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i know. i stepped on its tail getting out of the shower and we're not speaking now.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Wait, you were here?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : didn't you notice the extra bacon & vodka?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Honestly? Noticed the Vodka, assumed that was put there before hope arrived.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You know I don't notice extra bacon. There is only the presence of bacon or the absence of bacon.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : well there you go then. i didn't stay to cook. i came, you were gone, i got in the shower, i stepped on the cat, i almost fell into the toilet

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Napping in the basement, most like. Nearly fell in the toilet?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : step on the cat, the cat shrieks like a hell demon, you jump, crack the vanity with your knee, hello toilet

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Let me upgrade 'Napping' to 'Apparently unconscious and beyond the reach of man or animal', then.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You're the first person to hear her make a noise though.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : [A noticeable amount of time later. Pizza was eaten. Choices were made] Wait you cracked my vanity?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : ummm.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : is your vanity cracked?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : [One more long pause for luck] ... Jesus, pet. What's your knee look like? You did a number here.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : kind of blueish, but it's not bad. i mean that probably wasn't me.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : ... That sounds like passing the blame. Harchibald Everest Sutton do you have super strength and never told me

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Harchibald what the fuck, you and the nonsense names

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Taking that as a yes. Fuck, why didn't I ask you to help me move all my shit in?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : look, it had a hairline fracture already. you know how fragile those things are. also i don't move. my back can't take all the carrying.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : it's Harry, you know.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I know.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : just Harry. it's not short for anything.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I know, Just Harry. Wait hold on, you... How bloody heavy were those two bags you showed up here with?!

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : really not that heavy, more bulky.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : hey... can i ask. about the funeral/ghost/gohl... thing

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Sure.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : you said they weren't possessed.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : From what I pieced together from asking around and the like, yes.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : what were they, do you think?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Haunted.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : practically, what's the difference? whispered to, not controlled?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : An orderly forcing you to take your meds vs the doctor asking you to.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : that's...

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : kind of what i thought.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : possession would be easier for them to rationale. But try not to hold anything too hard against them.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Your brother's a dick. Mels was... Oddly motivated. But both of them had a bond to something other than themselves.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I don't think gohl harbored the tiniest bit of a fuck for anything other than himself. The whispering and goading must have been incessant.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : some things are harder to let go of than others.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I know.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : on the subject of ghosts

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : do they ... stick around for a particular reason or is it my fault he's stuck here?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I stopping trying to figure that out long ago. I've seen ones linger out of an unwillingness to let go, I've seen ones trapped in place like bait or chum in the water. Met a dude once who was too busy.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Trader or some such. Seriously. Didn't have time to be dead.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : But some things were made a little clearer for me lately, so let me tell you this with full certainty. It's not your fault.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : sometimes i feel like he's looking out for me. other times i feel like... he's not.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : you know. gone but not gone. it's fucked up.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Sounds like family to me.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : yeah, it's not at all the same. he can't do what Mels could. he can't touch things.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Mels was... An outlier.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : what, she tested outside her percentile?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : she wasn't technically a ghost.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : what was she?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : one day I know I'll firgure it out.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i hope you do. i know... well she was with you a long time. and she seemed to care for you. she gave me so much shit in the short time i knew her.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : She wasn't the friend I used to live with. I know that much. Pretty sure I made her.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : with what? your desperate wish to have her back?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You made that sound ever-so-simple and I feel dumb for never having thought about it. Cheers, pet.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i can't

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i didn't work for me. i'm glad it worked for you.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : [All the bouncing dots]

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Come over some time soon? When I'm around?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : yeah.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : He's tethered to your saint, by the by. You ever want to do something stupid without him knowing, leave it here. I'll Donald Duck it around the house as a freebie.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : what? you mean my st. michael? well... his. his. he was wearing it when he died.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Yup.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : oh. fuck.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : That doesn't sound like a good fuck.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : it's just that i wore that pretty heavily for a while when i was really fucked up and he saw some stuff i would never tell him.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Like what

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Wait nevermind

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : (dancing dots)

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : At least I realised how fucking rude that was eventually.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : (dancing dots)

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : (dancing dots for a few more) ... maybe over some drinks.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You'll need to bring more vodka.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : It switche allegiance.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : have you drunk it all?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : been a while for you, hasn't it?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : no it fell

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : it fell harry

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : did you drink it or dd you throw it.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : it fell in to my mouth

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : This pizza is doing nothing to soak it

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : that was half a bottle at least.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You're right. I need to order another pizza

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : stop drinking, love. you're not used to it and it'll just make you want to die in the morning.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Are you medicalprofession'ing me

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : no, this is the voice of experience. medical advice would be drink lots of water, take some vitamins, electrolytes, and sleep on your side.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Good, you're learning.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : that's certainly up for debate

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Talk about it over drinks?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : both of us drinking seems unwise

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : so why not

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : [bouncing bouncing bouncing dots]

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Coffee at the mall it is, then.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : tea, yes.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Deal.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i'd rather walk down to yours than get a ride downtown tho

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Okay

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : ok good ... tell your cat i said be chill, devil beast

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : don't know where she is, but I will. Lots of shadow down here.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : maybe a few lamps would do you

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : nvm, rattled a pack of treats and a shadow just stared at me

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : do your duty, cat servant

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : you don't get to interior design assist on rooms you've never seen. I like the shadow, it's a cozy ambience.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : are you in the basement?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : mhm. Cozy chairs and blankets.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : nobody hangs out in their basement.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : whoop de do, I'm fucking weird. Again.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : you've always been weird to me

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Hah, yeah, I guess so!

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : you know i find it charming, right?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : you make some... Interesting choices in your life.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : for a long time, i thought you were a stage magician & still gave you my #

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I really, really don't know how to feel about that.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i dunno, babe, but you ended up with my #

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : life is weird, might as well roll with it

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i'd say that'll keep you alive & reasonably sane more often than not

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : only failed me once, love!

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : alive is good enough