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drunk text - J. Alfred Darrow - December 16, 2022

20 Dec

my birthday
38 years is a lot

(is it?)
feels like a lot, sometimes

Jo,


was thinking. people I used to know when I was abroad who I'll never see or talk to again, probably. people who taught me a lot of things and looked out for me and who I've got in my tattoos. they're here on my body but they're not in my life.

was thinking. Z asked me once if I was in love with you. didn't have an answer for her. didn't know what the truth was and couldn't lie about it. now we don't talk.

would a new tattoo make me miss you more or less? that's what I was thinking. don't know. moot point. don't know where I'd put you or what it would look like, so. moot point.

J A D


actually - one of your flowers. the one one your side. that's what it would look like. but I wouldn't put it on my side. that would be ... zelda might worry about that. if she ever put it together. I guess she wouldn't. but even so.

Jupiter Smith



RE: drunk text - Jupiter Smith - December 16, 2022

Alfred
Happy birthday, I guess.

Tattoos are permanent fixtures. Having something permanent to remember our friendship by is a lot. Too much, I'd argue. You see, I didn't really help you much. I complicated your life, your now perfectly smooth life.

Don't get a tattoo for me. I'm not worth remembering that much.

For what it's worth I miss you too.
Jo



RE: drunk text - J. Alfred Darrow - December 16, 2022

When he received her letter he audibly groaned. He folded it without reading it and tucked it into one of his desk drawers, until he felt up for the task of reading it and deciding whether or not to respond. Birthdays had never been happy occasions for him — at least not since the Sycorax shipwreck. They had come and gone in the journal he'd kept through those years, serving primarily as reminders of the time that had passed and of the things that he had lost. While he'd largely lost the habit of annual self-pitying introspection after he'd returned to England, he still hadn't started celebrating again.

They had been in port on the twentieth, so he'd had no duties on the ship to distract him, but it had clearly still been a mistake to get that drunk.


27 Dec
J. Smith,


I shouldn't have sent that. I apologize.

Happy Christmas.

J.A. Darrow