the velvet hammer
if i could design a toolbox for life it would surely be equipped - along with the expected wrenches, screwdrivers and sex toys - with a bag of little white lies. perhaps a coupon booklet design, need a buffer for a situation that only an innocent fib can curtail? well rip one off and use it! there are times when the brutal truth simply would not be effective or may generate more guilt than a soft shoe step. if the deception can be peppered with just enough of the truth better still. luckily i don’t have the time or need for the full-on pathological lie; that’s just not my deal.
late last week i was right fed up. i have complete sympathy for anyone struggling through this world in search of some semblance of stability. but enough is enough and if it ain’t happening then move on or give in. i wasn’t in the mood for whining or excuses so i told the sis-mate that if she didn’t come up with at least some of december’s rent i’d have to cancel my london trip. i probably should anyway for a number of financial reasons but fuck it - i will make it happen; that’s what I do.
my little bomb was met with shock and dismay and that ticked me off further so i laid out a grisly, but truthful, fact: if a source of income is not forthcoming , be it salary, dividends, what-have-you for an extended period of time one will eventually run out of funds!
while things in the casa de calico are far from perfect my little speech seemed to magically summon enough motivation for the dear girl to
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