Thursday April 11, 2019
Faces Of The Sun-Man
Didn’t trust him the moment I met him, something about those deep sunken eyes. He’d seen things, you know? But, we had to work together so I did what I had to do. You spend enough hours in a car with someone and you find a redeeming quality or two… Didn’t like him smoking all the time. Didn’t like how he liked to make rude jokes about women, about how needy they are, or stupid… “Cut it out, Smithers,” I’d always say. Every single time.
“Shoot, right, you got daughters,” he’d roll his eyes, light up a cigarette.
“It’s not about that. You can’t talk like that.”