04-20-05 - 7:52 p.m.
seymour/carey sought me out on his day off. he was at loose ends after winning $100 at the casino and putting most of it back. i was working on a big pallet of freight. he smelled good.
have you ever just acted on impulse? he asked, grinning.
he's a himbo, you see, so it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was referring to yesterday's cosmic, cinematic moment in stockman's casino.
look, i told him, you and i both know you are not happy in your current situation, but i don't want to be the one to blame when it all falls apart. do you understand?
yes, he nodded, grinning, i understand, but have you ever just acted on impulse?
did i mention he smelled good?