Sam and I had a karaoke session in his car all the way down the highway to early church this morning, singing along with Wings. Let Me Roll It indeed. By the third go he had all the words down, and by the fourth we were both sick of it and switched to Fleetwood Mac.
And I got another lecture, because he covered for me and he was pissed that I flouted his grace in favour of making a cheap grab at shocking the whole household, as if PJ is an easy mark, lesser somehow.
He's not but everyone is also right in assuming that he's a safe bet, he's easily let off the hook whereas virtually anyone else would be subject to a huge blowup.
And I know what's wrong with me. I know what's wrong with this, but I maintain if there's going to be a fuckup, PJ is definitely the lesser of all evils. I had offers from as far away as Jay. No one wants me with Jay.
And yet Sam is wondering why PJ in the first place? Why not himself?
Because August was busy (August is also angry with me. Seems to be contagious.)
I wasn't busy, Bridge.
You're a direct threat.
Lochlan regularly invites me-
Right. He does. I don't.
I'm harmless.
No, you're not. And I tell the truth. You're as dangerous as they come.
More than August?
Yes.
Why is that?
Oh, look, we're here. Looks like a full lot today. Ready for your closeup, Preacher?
