Dude, Where's My Muse?
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Cruel Summer Excerpt
The screen split in two and before the serious looking anchorwoman could ask a single nauseating question, I clicked the television off, glaring at the darkened screen. Alcohol a contributing factor my rear. I hadn’t been near any all night. I’d been stone cold sober throughout the entire painful ordeal.
I eased down in bed, wishing I had the chance to at least redo part of my summer. I’d been so naïve when I arrived, thinking the whole time was going to be about me and my father bonding, hanging out and having fun. All the things that I’d missed out on since the divorce nearly a decade ago.
Yeah if I could go back in time, I’d seriously think about smacking that version of me up alongside the head as I issued a dire warning.
Beware of Adriana.