Episode 14: Minutes To Midnight

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:22:02 -0500

A smart, queeny friend of mine once looked at me in the middle of one of my rants about Jeffrey and said, "Honey, country music is three chords and the truth." Although I hated to admit it, I could see how it applied to my life at the time. I might as well have had a guitar slung over my shoulder and a pick in my hand.

(Note to all: this head has never worn a cowboy hat and probably never will. Unless a six-two cowboy named Luke comes with it.) Anyway...that was before I discovered the power of a pair of "fuck me" pumps grabbed from the French manicured hands of the woman who blew my husband. That was before I found my rock-n-roll soul.

The night after I ran into the Concubine at Saks, Raoul showed up at my door. He was typically late (three days at least) to fix a drawer in the kitchen and scrape and paint the dining room walls. (There is no dining in the dining room. It has turned into a storage/homework/place to dump stuff room and I had decided that a good step forward in the annals of parenting would be to bring green veggies back to the table and the kids away from Happy Meals in front of the TV). Raoul was looking especially fuckable that night (don't get me wrong, I have no plans to go there), and because he doesn't seem to believe in jackets, even in the chill of a California evening (one of the many sexy things about him), I noticed he had a new tattoo on his arm.

"What's that?" I pointed at the tattoo. It was still raw and had what appeared to be plastic wrap stuck on it. "What do you think it is?" He grinned at me, then headed for the kitchen closet where he had dumped his paint cans and tools the last time he was here (like two weeks ago, but who's counting.)

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Episode 14: Minutes To Midnight