Three

I sat up from a long knap at around four in the afternoon to the theme song of Jeoperdy and Alex Tribec giving his introductory speal. I lay on the bed for about twenty minutes staring at the cieling and listening to "Who was," "What Was," "Where was," and so on. Most of the questions I had no idea what the answers were and wondered how that information in some ones head could be of any use. Then again, these people were given the oppurtunity to win tens of thousands of dollars. I mentally kicked my self in the pants for not doing my homework for history class in high school. So much wasted talent. I got up at the second comercial break, sat at the end of the bed for a minute and went to the latrine to unload my blatter. When I came back final Jeoperdy started and I went out for a smoke.
I opened to the door to room 4e, stepped out on the balcony to the motel just in time to see a hippy chick get the door of 4c slammed in her face. Being a new resident ot the Motel, I'd only picked up the word this morning that 4c was never rented to anyone else other then one woman. This woman ran a "business" out of the room. Today was only my second day in the Motel, and most of the previous day I had spent cleaning out the insides of a Johhny Walker bottle. It was dirty, and I felt it my moral obligation to cleanse it of its smutty contents promptly, then dispose of the bottle itself. However, the bottle had not made it much best the side of the bed next to my Merril's.
Two days ago I quit my job, and decided that despite my over whelming debt, I'd get into some more and go on a trip. A very, very long trip. It landed me in Garithin on Tuesday and I was tired from driving three consecutive days in a row. Exhausted, bewildered and heart broken, I turned in to the only Motel I could find with a vacancy and was suprised at the pleasent accomodations at a moderate price. I kicked in the door to the room, after unlocking it of course, unscrewed the bottle to the Johnny, and proclaimed "Fuck Her!" The her being my now ex girl friend who had broken up with me two months prior and the subsequent break up, which I blamed for my life going into a tail spin.
Really what happened could not be farther from the truth. Danielle didn't really leave me anymore then I didn't leave her. We sat in our favorite coffee shop, and I told her that if I was so horrible to her, if I was such a horrible person that she should just break up with me.
So that is what she did, based on what would be best for both of us.
Of course, my ego could not see it this way and took it as a direct personal assault on all that I had and worked for the year and a half we had been together.
I mean, a year and half. Who breaks up after a year and a half. I mean, after you have invested that much time with someoen you mine as well give it a go, and see how long it can last. Well, at least that was my opinion on the situation but Danielle was not having it.
I watched the poor rejected hippy womans right activist sulk at the door for a moment, then shuffle down the balcony to the stairs and she descended. She walked out to the front of the parking lot which was defended by a grassy gutter more remeniscent of a castle moat then a gutter. She entered her Monti Carlo, started the husky V8 engine, backed up and drove away. She was a pretty white girl with a lot of hair on her head. She hadn't washed it in weeks, and this I could tell by the mass of dread locks that had formed. A man had entered the room of 4c after the girls debacle and I started to understand the "business" at hand a little more. I was always a slow learner and slow to catch on. Whenever someone made a jab at me, it took me a day and three hours to think of a come back. Of course, it was one that would have won the war only it came one day and three hours too late. I hated that.
I finished my smoke and tossed it to the pavement below. Bye, bye little red light. It bounced and sparked grandly for such a tiny flame and I turned and shut my own door.