I forgot I had to go eat lunch with Briana and her mother, who hates
me. She’s suspicious that I’m just after her family’s money. "I’m not,"
I told her, "I just like sleeping with your daughter." No wonder the
woman loathes me. Rich people hate it when you tell them the truth. Briana’s father likes me only because he knows that her mother doesn’t like me. I’m just a pawn in their world.
I love that so much. It tells us everything we need to know about the narrator, and boy does it set us up for one hell of a fucking story.
Shane took a picture of the placemat he, Annie (where’s your blog, Annie? Shane’s got other pictures, you know . . . ) and I drew on at the cast party. If you know how to read it, it tells you everything you need to know about the three of us, and why we loved working together at ACME so much.
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Cool Wil.
love
I wish I had the mind to take a photograph of stuff like this! It doesn’t seen much at the time but later, this sort of thing is very cool to look at. A few years ago, we were at an Italian restaurant with a bunch of friends and you could color on the paper tablecloths. They provided crayons (yes, we were in our 20s at the time). By the end of dinner and several bottles of wine later, we just made a whole panoramic type of mural on it, all 12 of us. Hmm.. kind of Last Supperish sounding, isn’t it? Only, with spaghetti. Someone needs to make a skit about that.
Off to get another Amstel!
seen = seem
Someone got a little vengeful about the second ‘L’ in their name, it looks like.
I can totally respect that, though. I get called ‘Shawn’ all the time and it drives me nuts 😛
ahhh, the joys of being a pawn. it is a nicely stated little paragraph.