Final Entry; Entry 4—
Motherly
I
got my nose broken again. She wouldn't be the happiest person in the world if
she found out about that, I could hear her now—
“Goddamned
it Gus! You need to take better care of yourself! Why can’t you just stop the
sweaty man sex?”
She
was always so sensitive about my body, so sensitive that it makes me chuckle
thinking about it. I was always so passive, sure, it hurt like a bitch but you
have to push yourself until you see fit. A broken nose is just something I have
to be weary of until it heals; I also have to try not to fall again. All those
mud races, and the fucking race with the bulls—I would've assumed they would've
paid off by now.
“You’re
an idiot.” She said this sympathetically to me when I told her I had signed up
for a bull race.
Eva
was always very nurturing, yet sometimes it could be pretty smothering… but I enjoyed
it, the attention that is, if she could smother me I’m sure she could. I should
write her soon or at least call her; I think I get a call home sometime next
week or so. Then again, I've racked up on Home-calls; I've just been very
reluctant to use them.
Where
do I start?
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