“Go ahead and start getting ready while I finish up this little bit,” I said.
And while I’m not exactly a pip squeak, he beat the shit out of me.
I mean, to the point that I kinda felt lucky I only wound up with a broken jaw and some badly bruised ribs.
At first Dove had tried to say he actually liked me, but I’d seen it enough that I knew exactly what it was about.
You see, back in high school and college I was one of those guys that liked the challenge of fucking women in relationships, the more committed the better.
* * * * * “Dammit,” Dove grunted as she came back through the door mere minutes later. ” I asked, tucking my tablet into my backpack as I got ready to leave.
“Stupid car won’t start,” Dove said, pulling out her phone. ” “Nah, while other boys were learning how to be mechanically inclined, I was learning how to play Cemetery Gates on the guitar,” I said, shaking my head as I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder.Maybe that was why her boyfriend hated me, that she actually enjoyed spending time and had chemistry with some other guy. Having worked with other songwriters before, I’d figured out that the success or failure of such partnerships often hinged more on how well personalities meshed than it did the abilities of those involved.Sure it helped if there was something to be mined in there, but two people that didn’t get along and constantly bristled against each other had to work that much harder just to get anything done.Feedback, comments, praise, criticism, death threats, nude photos, etc. Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. “Then bring in the horns as everything explodes in a burst of energy,” I said, nodding as it looked like we were firmly on the same page.can be sent to voodoojoe2000 at yahoo dot com (come on, you can assemble that into an actual e-mail address). Feel free to distribute to friends, enemies, lovers, hopeful lovers, whatever, just keep my name and e-mail address on the story or I shall hunt you down and make you write the whole damn thing out by hand. “That sounds great,” Dove said, excited as we made headway on our song.But Dove and I felt like old friends by the time we’d finished that first lunch.