Blowhard Talkhard ep. 95

Hurt In The Face

“What the hell you go to him for?” He said.

She said nothing. Head turned, eyes out the window. His stayed on road. Traffic weird, like it always was this close to rush hour. Like folks was racing some violent wave of slow slow horn honkingly slow and torturous death .

“What the hell you go to him for?” He kept his tone unchanged, his eyes still trying to figure out the traffic. The stupid traffic. The god that invented the dude that invented cars was a retarded God, he thought to high heaven.

She shrugged. Didn’t move her gaze.

He sighed. Honked. Took a sip of the beer tucked between his legs.

“We have people for this. Excellent people,” he told her.

Her face barely moved as her eyes rolled across and looked at him as sidewise as that word gets. He met it. And looked away. Fast, honking again like to make traffic the reason. Not the sick swollen moist stitches holding together a ruined smile. He took another hit from the beer this one more than a sip much more and chanced a glance back but her face had turned back to the passenger’s and so he took in that 1/3 profile and still could only help but wonder why someone so beautiful would—

“What made you see that butcher?” He tried to just worry about the traffic but, “I mean I know butchers—actual butchers, that work with meat and pigs and shit that are better equipped mentally and physically than that one-eyed booger picker—“

He shut himself up like an embarrassed clam.

The silence lasted 4 exits. He counted. Then—

She turned in her seat and faced him. All of her.

“Because low-hanging nutsacks with money are easy to squeeze when your cheeks are high and your nose is cute,” she said and drew a smile beneath her right eye tracing the scar with a well-manicured finger.

“Balls,” he said and shoved the horn like it was lineman.

“Was it something I said,” she said.

“No, you you dummy, I just missed the goddamn exit.”

He put his foot to the gas and guzzled his beer as she turned sliding down low in the seat and started sniffing her fingertips.

And the silence said everything both of them never would.