Mouse: Wow... Florida is really flat. So, incredibly flat... and bright... How do goths live here?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Large sunglasses. And no one goes outside until the sun is down. Here. I brought you some coffee and a couple of alfajores.
Mouse (to Eep): An alfa whattie?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. It's basically a couple of cookies with dulce de leche in between.
Mouse (to Eep): Excellent... I will totally shove that in my face. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): I thought you might. :-P
Mouse (to Eep): Oh my god... this is so good. How did you manage to stay so skinny with the opportunity to eat stuff like that?
Eep (to Mouse): I could say the same thing about your cooking, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): Touché... I know how excited you are about me meeting your dad. So, how about you show me around town first?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Sure. Do you want fancy touristy stuff first like Las Olas and downtown, or do you want to see where I grew up?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, definitely where you grew up. I could really care less about the tourist sights.
Eep (to Mouse): Alright. Where Mom and I lived is 7 or 8 miles west of here. If you're REALLY feeling adventurous... We can drive through some of the neighborhoods where I lived with my dad. If I can remember where half of them were.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm up for anything. Show me where you lived with your mom first.
Eep (to Mouse): Alright. All aboard! If you want to entertain yourself while I'm driving... you can count the number of strip clubs and adult video stores we pass on the way.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, that's funny... Oh, wait... You weren't joking.
Eep (to Mouse): Nope. Not even a little bit. How many you up to? 4 or 5?
Mouse (to Eep): 5 strip clubs and 6, wait, 7 adult video stores...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Told you.
Mouse (to Eep): They sure do like there adult entertainment here... I had no idea. I always thought Florida was just full of old people & Disney.
Eep (to Mouse): There's plenty of that too. Check out the old lady in the Caddy ahead of us. She's barely higher than the steering wheel. I think all the triple X stuff has to do with the tourists. Or the porn industry. I dunno. Heh. I waited until I was out of state to make a dirty film. :-P
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... I think that's the first time I've actually heard you make a joke about that. Is that little old lady going 5 miles an hour? Is she an elf? How does she reach the pedals? How much sugar was in the alfa thing? I feel a bit wired.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. So I see. Well, there's a shitton of sugar in all pastries. Oh. Yeah. And the sugar in the coffee. Plus the espresso. Heh heh. Sorry! I forgot how much sugar Latinos put in everything. Don't worry. I'm sure it'll hit me in a minute.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, you're trying to kill me with sugar & caffeine. You know, if you didn't want to see your dad, you just had to say so. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not trying to kill you. It's not part of the plan. Not yet.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, there's a plan? ... I'm intrigued.
Eep (to Mouse): No. There's no plan. Forget I said anything.
Several hours later:
Eep (to Mouse): So. That, uh, that was my pop.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, it was... Can we go outside for a smoke?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Course. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie... Your dad just made a slightly lewd comment to me while you were in the bathroom. I just needed to get out of there for a second to regroup & so that I wouldn't then punch another member of your family.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I figured. He always has this look he gets when he makes some dumbfuck comment. We can go, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): That's fine with me... um... What does 'muy poca cosa' mean? I hope I'm saying it right.
Eep (to Mouse): "It's no big deal." He said that to you after he said whatever dirty old man bullshit came out of his mouth, didn't he?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Clearly, I really need to learn Spanish.
Eep (to Mouse): God. I'm so fucking sorry. I'll go tell him and KRYSTAL we're leaving. Then I will buy you the biggest beer I can find.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay, you warned me about him. My first reaction was to pop him in the mouth and tell at him how rude & disrespectful his behavior was to you and Krystal. But, then I realized that probably wouldn't help so, I just told him that I'm pretty satisfied with what I have thank you & that he's a little too old for me. I mean, I may have all sorts of problems, but those kind of Daddy issues are not one of them.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh my God... Make that TWO huge beers. I really wish I could say I'm shocked. And now you know why he dates women named Krystal. With a K. The last one was Cindi. With an I. Jesus...
Mouse (to Eep): Wow... I think your dad may have a problem with spelling… Well, I have now met him, he has hit on me... I think we can call this visit officially over. Unless, there's something else you might want to do...
Eep (to Mouse): Get something decent to eat. I kept feeding Krystal's food to that so-called dog of hers.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh, I just moved it around the plate... I didn't realize macaroni & cheese could be crunchy.
Eep (to Mouse): And, um, yeah. There's one more thing I'd like to do. I, uh, I want to visit my mom's old church and light a candle for her.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course... I'd like that.
Eep (to Mouse): Thanks. Heh. I don't put much stock in the whole thing, but Mom would be PISSED if I didn't at least light a candle for her. There used to be a good little Cuban place nearby. We can pick up some sandwiches while we're there.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I feel like a heel for not asking this before, but is your mom buried around here? Do you want to go visit? I know it's hokey but you came with me when I went to visit my parents, so I thought I should ask... Unless, you don't want to. I mean, we can just go to the church if that's all you want to do.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um... No, it's not that. It's just... My mom actually had a life insurance plan, not really a big one, but you know... After all the hospital bills, there, uh, there really wasn't enough for, you know, a full burial. She was cremated and buried in the church grounds someplace, but there's no marker or gravestone or anything.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... I'm sorry I didn't even think about that. I feel like a jerk, now.
Eep (to Mouse): What? Don't feel like a jerk. How on earth would you know that? It's not a big deal.
Mouse (to Eep): Mostly because I hadn't asked until now.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, I really haven't talked about it until now, so I'm thinking we're even.
Mouse (to Eep): C'mere you...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Large sunglasses. And no one goes outside until the sun is down. Here. I brought you some coffee and a couple of alfajores.
Mouse (to Eep): An alfa whattie?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. It's basically a couple of cookies with dulce de leche in between.
Mouse (to Eep): Excellent... I will totally shove that in my face. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): I thought you might. :-P
Mouse (to Eep): Oh my god... this is so good. How did you manage to stay so skinny with the opportunity to eat stuff like that?
Eep (to Mouse): I could say the same thing about your cooking, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): Touché... I know how excited you are about me meeting your dad. So, how about you show me around town first?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Sure. Do you want fancy touristy stuff first like Las Olas and downtown, or do you want to see where I grew up?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, definitely where you grew up. I could really care less about the tourist sights.
Eep (to Mouse): Alright. Where Mom and I lived is 7 or 8 miles west of here. If you're REALLY feeling adventurous... We can drive through some of the neighborhoods where I lived with my dad. If I can remember where half of them were.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm up for anything. Show me where you lived with your mom first.
Eep (to Mouse): Alright. All aboard! If you want to entertain yourself while I'm driving... you can count the number of strip clubs and adult video stores we pass on the way.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, that's funny... Oh, wait... You weren't joking.
Eep (to Mouse): Nope. Not even a little bit. How many you up to? 4 or 5?
Mouse (to Eep): 5 strip clubs and 6, wait, 7 adult video stores...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Told you.
Mouse (to Eep): They sure do like there adult entertainment here... I had no idea. I always thought Florida was just full of old people & Disney.
Eep (to Mouse): There's plenty of that too. Check out the old lady in the Caddy ahead of us. She's barely higher than the steering wheel. I think all the triple X stuff has to do with the tourists. Or the porn industry. I dunno. Heh. I waited until I was out of state to make a dirty film. :-P
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... I think that's the first time I've actually heard you make a joke about that. Is that little old lady going 5 miles an hour? Is she an elf? How does she reach the pedals? How much sugar was in the alfa thing? I feel a bit wired.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. So I see. Well, there's a shitton of sugar in all pastries. Oh. Yeah. And the sugar in the coffee. Plus the espresso. Heh heh. Sorry! I forgot how much sugar Latinos put in everything. Don't worry. I'm sure it'll hit me in a minute.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, you're trying to kill me with sugar & caffeine. You know, if you didn't want to see your dad, you just had to say so. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not trying to kill you. It's not part of the plan. Not yet.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, there's a plan? ... I'm intrigued.
Eep (to Mouse): No. There's no plan. Forget I said anything.
Several hours later:
Eep (to Mouse): So. That, uh, that was my pop.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, it was... Can we go outside for a smoke?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Course. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie... Your dad just made a slightly lewd comment to me while you were in the bathroom. I just needed to get out of there for a second to regroup & so that I wouldn't then punch another member of your family.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I figured. He always has this look he gets when he makes some dumbfuck comment. We can go, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): That's fine with me... um... What does 'muy poca cosa' mean? I hope I'm saying it right.
Eep (to Mouse): "It's no big deal." He said that to you after he said whatever dirty old man bullshit came out of his mouth, didn't he?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Clearly, I really need to learn Spanish.
Eep (to Mouse): God. I'm so fucking sorry. I'll go tell him and KRYSTAL we're leaving. Then I will buy you the biggest beer I can find.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay, you warned me about him. My first reaction was to pop him in the mouth and tell at him how rude & disrespectful his behavior was to you and Krystal. But, then I realized that probably wouldn't help so, I just told him that I'm pretty satisfied with what I have thank you & that he's a little too old for me. I mean, I may have all sorts of problems, but those kind of Daddy issues are not one of them.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh my God... Make that TWO huge beers. I really wish I could say I'm shocked. And now you know why he dates women named Krystal. With a K. The last one was Cindi. With an I. Jesus...
Mouse (to Eep): Wow... I think your dad may have a problem with spelling… Well, I have now met him, he has hit on me... I think we can call this visit officially over. Unless, there's something else you might want to do...
Eep (to Mouse): Get something decent to eat. I kept feeding Krystal's food to that so-called dog of hers.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh, I just moved it around the plate... I didn't realize macaroni & cheese could be crunchy.
Eep (to Mouse): And, um, yeah. There's one more thing I'd like to do. I, uh, I want to visit my mom's old church and light a candle for her.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course... I'd like that.
Eep (to Mouse): Thanks. Heh. I don't put much stock in the whole thing, but Mom would be PISSED if I didn't at least light a candle for her. There used to be a good little Cuban place nearby. We can pick up some sandwiches while we're there.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I feel like a heel for not asking this before, but is your mom buried around here? Do you want to go visit? I know it's hokey but you came with me when I went to visit my parents, so I thought I should ask... Unless, you don't want to. I mean, we can just go to the church if that's all you want to do.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um... No, it's not that. It's just... My mom actually had a life insurance plan, not really a big one, but you know... After all the hospital bills, there, uh, there really wasn't enough for, you know, a full burial. She was cremated and buried in the church grounds someplace, but there's no marker or gravestone or anything.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... I'm sorry I didn't even think about that. I feel like a jerk, now.
Eep (to Mouse): What? Don't feel like a jerk. How on earth would you know that? It's not a big deal.
Mouse (to Eep): Mostly because I hadn't asked until now.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, I really haven't talked about it until now, so I'm thinking we're even.
Mouse (to Eep): C'mere you...
