I’m going to die
- old, ugly, and alone.
I know, I’ll stay with my mum.
She won’t leave me.
And we’ll buy cats.
Lots of them.
They’ll die
- but we can buy new ones.
Fuck, mum will die too.
Better get the cats to kill me after she does.
Hmm.
While Tom has had all these new girlfriends,
what has Nicole been doing?
Making a fuck load of great movies, that’s what.
Finally.
I have direction.
I’m looking down the barrel
of a breakfast table
Me. My mum. Nicole.
Surrounded by cats.
Lots of the them.