John was moving out of the building soon.
The security system told the elevator, and she was heartbroken.
She didn’t want to lose him. She loved how he touched her.
Every time the call button on his floor was pressed, she’d race there so she’d be first. Didn’t matter if she was carrying a passenger – he was all that mattered to her.
All the other elevators knew to leave that floor to her.
Like right now.
Her doors opened, and John stepped inside.
She closed her doors and she parked between floors.
“I’m keeping this one,” she thought, and waited.
Had a talk with Jenny tonight that put a lot of things into perspective.
Fuck the A-Listers.
Fuck Curry.
Fuck Laporte.
Fuck Hutchins.
Fuck Fenton.
Fuck Dawn. Fuck Drew.
Fuck 'em all.
Want me to kiss your ass? Ain't happening. Gonna kick it.
I'm happy to be down here among the bums, tattered coats, passing a bottle of watered-down MD-20/20 over a barrel fire on the beach.
Want a sip?