last night

he called her a 'whore.'

she said something about his family.

he told her to 'get the fuck out.'

she did, i think.

@ least she stomped off yelling and screaming around 3AM.

oddly i wasn't bothered by any of this.

but i did stick my ear to the wall and listen to these random people hurling insults @ one another late last night in victorville, ca.

you gotta wonder what the hell they're doing with each other.

drug fiends?

pimp/hoe?

or just complacency bred by familiarity?

Bill met Cassie @ A.A.

it was all bullshit, they said. so Bill and Cassie headed to the first gin joint off the interstate.

he may have bought her a shot of the hard stuff.

rot gut brown.

and she may have taken it like a champ.

let it roll down her throat while Bill nursed a Bud and stared @ her breasts.

they went home.

did boom, boom.

little Destiny conceived and Bill and Cassie tied the knot.

right down at the justice of the peace.

but last night...wow.

shazam!

they sure hated each other.

sure lashed out with vitriol.

came close to knocking the snot outa each other.

but they didn't.

she left, yelling and screaming about his family.

and his broke ass.

i kept my ear to the wall.

ellroy licking my toes. wondering if this grimy wall-paper was gonna give me scabies.

but Bill didn't say shit.

not that i could hear.

because the sound of my breathing filled the room.

inhale.

exhale.

Bill coulda mumbled under his breath.

about his time in the Army when his future was bright -- diesel mechanic with a steady income.

and a fat pay check on the 1st and 15th.

anyways, i went to bed real late.

in a real stupor.

my .45 nearby.

and the pooch @ my feet.

watching, guarding...

woke up this morning and they're going @ it again.

this time real simpatico.

nice and cordial -- but still yelling (no, they do not appear to be sicilian)

he 'never drank so much.'

-- not in a while.

and neither did she.

-- in a while.

i think i heard a kid too.

shit.

a kid.

but i'm just rambling.

total speculation.

i wish her the best, i really do.

the best.

anyways, i hope they don't read blogs.

especially mine.