Drop-dead Gorgeous

He passed under sapphire skies and lollygagged a little while. For how long he could not tell you. It was a passing that he did not want to mention. Or repeat in anyway shape or form. Sometimes he wanted to catch his dreams and melt them into butter. A nice syrupy butter that would release his endorphins into a miasma of affection.

And then it would pop out of his memory on what to expect from a culturally diverse crowd. His mustache and beard combo impressed both the ladies and the men of this century. The flaccid beginning of a new year was upon him as he drudged his feet through the mud. An important part of the season. As well as tomfoolery of the second degree. He had an attitude that was right and too the point, cutting out all of the bullshit that was not necessary. It was foolish to think of him otherwise.

Alfred was his own heathen and he marched to his own drum. He was also drop dead gorgeous to his friends and family. They thought this the same as well. As far as he was concerned the family that he owned was spiraling down the drain. They had a certain feeling that matched his personality. A spiral chaos sent towards an outward bound of country style. His tournaquet was about to be disabled and thrown away into the trash. One that would end up a mess if he didn't handle it right.

This was a battle that would never end. Putting all of his troubles' behind him in a twisted sort of way. Until never more of it is any real. He could see that this would destroy his reputation. A curious mind in a curious place. Often left out of balance with his other mind set. Their minds were similar, Alfred's and Tammy's. Although Tammy did not like the way Alfred thought. She would rather change his mindset. And have him only think about her. In her mind he was an awesome connection to her fury. A fury that was hard to change or find. A fury that would end them both up in federal prison.

It was hard to find a happy medium for both of them to adjust to. Maybe spending time in prison would help them change their flow of thought. They both had nasty minds. But that would not help them in the pen. It would only infuriate the other inmates. And spread the love into each cell. The brains between them were hers, he was the brawn, his long silky hair hid the scar on his forehead. A scar that he procured through his formative young years. Years that were torcherous for him and his love. Alfred had known Tammy since they both were very young. Which gave both of them a huge advantage. An advantage that split their sides apart. It dominated them to something that was not recognized at all.

A buffett would set them apart. That was something that neither of them could afford. They would have to eat and run if they were allowed. Coffee and cake was something that they enjoyed tremendously. The fuzz would find them in the meantime and seperate them from the normal crowd. It would be something that would lead to commonality. A commonality that could become dangerous in a heartbeat. The cats, dogs, and mice would lead them to denial of a more than religious sense. Stop sleeping on my roof. Or you will end up in the cemetary. A cemetary that will not like your presence of course.