log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

[...some other guy? Maybe he means it in a sarcastic way. Like he's two people. Larry takes another sip. Except that don't explain his knuckles.]

Some guy?

[It slips on out. He shakes his head and combs his fingers through his salt and pepper temple.]

I...want us to be able to talk about anything.

[orangetoughguy]

I know...

[He nods. Hey maybe Freddy can start, he kind of owes it to the old man after exploding on him like a menopausal bitch.]

This guy, we talked a little about it. About getting God back in my life.

[Not that he ever left. Oh and before Larry says anything the kid holds up his busted knuckled hand.] No he's not one of those guys who talks you up at a bus stop.

[whitetwoguns]

[That doesn't clear up anything else.]

Some priest you know? [They got those. And he also said that he didn't go to church. Priests don't need to be in church. Or maybe there's a bible community or something... For all he knows.]

...Did you punch a priest?

[orangetoughguy]

.......

[For that Freddy has to actually laugh. It's not a loud laugh but it's genuine and good humored. He's felt like punching a priest or two. But this guy is no priest.]

No. He's not a priest. He's kinda like a therapist I guess.

[whitetwoguns]

[Seeing him that lighthearted for only a few seconds is like a break in a storm.

Except see, that's spoiled by the fact that he said therapist.]

Therapist?

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah. Therapist.

[Freddy nods again. The expression on his face is already aware of how kind of bizarre it sounds, but it is what it is.]

[whitetwoguns]

Is he your therapist?

[Because that's something that someone should say If they're going to talk about a few things.]

Or...he's your friend that's a therapist?

[orangetoughguy]

No, no it's not like that. Fuck I don't pay the guy. [He shakes his head.] I mean I buy him lunch here and there...

Yeah, he's a guy I know who happens to be a therapist.

[whitetwoguns]

[A mouth full of booze doesn't change the taste of this. Okay, okay. Be cool. That wasn't the problem. And already there's another one? Problem may be pushing it.]

He doesn't try and like...analyze you or something does he? Because then that'd be like therapy for free.

[Which is suspicious. Another long drink.]

[orangetoughguy]

No. I mean...we talk about stuff.

[Already the kid has an idea where this is headed but now there's no turning back is there? He clears his throat after another sip of that beer. It doesn't do much to calm him. Shit Newendyke why are you nervous?]

He was helping me out after I came out of that memory lapse bullshit.

[whitetwoguns]

I didn't know.

[That he was getting therapy of any kind second hand or not. That he needed more help than he could offer.]

You seemed okay like. I mean, do you feel like you can't talk to me?

[About feeling mental trouble, about God about...shit.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Shit shit shit. Things sounded like they could've been on the up and up too.]

No, that ain't it, Larry.

[Then what is it, Newendyke? That's the part the kid can't answer even for himself.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That's what Larry thought too. Now though he's got a sinking feeling.]

Then what?

[His exasperation isn't in his voice because he keeps it down. He wants to know.]

...this guy musta helped you a lot.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah that's why I hit him for givin' me the idea.

[The retort is quick and a little ill-timed even though Freddy really does mean to show his knuckles as evidence that this guy doesn't help out that much.]

We just talk over lunch sometimes. Not all the time. [Larry should know, if the kid's not with the therapist then he's with the old man.]

[whitetwoguns]

[How long has this been going on? Had he and his therapist friend been acquaintance until his memory was fucked then these lunches started after?

Now he's thinking about how Freddy looks to the outside. A good looking, funny kind of a single kid could use company people would think. How much do you say to a therapist?

Just how messed up are they?]

Okay. You talked to him.

[He takes a long drink of his beer.]

About God. He said go with it. You went over and punched him.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah, I went over and punched him.

[For that Freddy just kind of nods with a one-shoulder shrug. What else can he say to that? He wouldn't try to justify it either. Again, it is what it is. He punched the guy, but he said he was sorry too.]

It was stupid.

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry nods too. No bullshitting, he just...wants to get through this part. Listen, hear it, accept it. Not like Freddy's trying to piss him off. Larry doesn't know a thing about the therapist friend. Probably some old shit.]

That's what you meant on the balcony.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah, it was. I mean it's not stupid I tried you know, because I'm not ashamed of that.

[He was, a little, he's trying to not be ashamed about still wanting some faith in his life.]

I guess I didn't do it right or however it was he was tryin' to tell me.

[whitetwoguns]

[This man that he hasn't met is rubbing him the wrong way. Again. Trying to tell him. What the fuck does he know? Larry is picking his teeth with his thumbnail though there's nothing in them. Cereal doesn't catch that way.]

You'd never mentioned being religious before.

[orangetoughguy]

I didn't mention a lot of things, Larry. You don't either. I dunno it's not stuff you can just talk about real easy I guess.

[Come on, for a little while they went by codenames and well there was that cop thing. But Freddy was obviously able to talk about this particular issue of faith with that other guy. Shit.]

[whitetwoguns]

You're right. It's not. I was thinking about that. I could have stood to be more open minded.

[Pick. Pick]

Half the problem though. [With the church or something. Freddy's not that though.] Your therapist friend believe in God? That must make it easier.

[orangetoughguy]

No, he don't. He's some spiritual hippie crap.

[On one hand that almost makes it seem patronizing. On the other it was never really about God in the first place and more about introducing an aspect of himself into their home that happens to deal with faith in God.]

What are you getting at?

[The picking doesn't escape the kid's notice at all.]

[whitetwoguns]

...okay.

[That doesn't make any sense though. How can he be more understanding? Maybe it could be that he's more open to rack job things. That kind of a thing.]

Hm? Oh. Nothing. Nerves I guess.

[He's itching for something. Not a cigarette.]

[orangetoughguy]

[..........Freddy just stares at Larry.]

Tell me. What is it now.

[Oops he didn't mean to imply that last part so harshly, but it came out. And it is what it is.]

[whitetwoguns]

I'm fighting not to do something stupid okay. [Like fall off the wagon looking for a fix. Which is a fucking stupid reason to do so when your man needs you to be clean. This isn't that bad of a conversation...is it?]

All the fucking tension. [Hands away from his mouth.]

You talk about what you believe with a guy you don't know as well as me.

[Or does he?]