Down and out in the Tick Tock Diner



 

Let’s not dawdle on it.

She’s with you now, not me, and if I think on it too hard I’ll shrivel up inside.

And if anybody plays number 102 on the jukebox again, I’ll murder him.

I don’t need Deon to tell me breaking up is hard to do.

You want more coffee?

Of course, I won’t sleep – one cup or ten or no cups at all, I’m up for the night.

She wanted attention when all I really wanted from her was sex.

I know they’re not the same.

And yes, I know sex is not enough.

It’s not like the world came to an end.

This would be easier if it had.

Okay, misery likes company.

Then why the hell are you here?

You don’t have to listen to me just because you’re my friend.

To tell you the truth, I’d rather be alone, sipping my own self pity as I sip coffee.

The waitress won’t mind me crying on her table as long as I leave a tip.

I just wish your sister felt half as guilty for taking up with a new guy as you feel about not wanting to hear me rant and rave about it.

For Christ’s sake stop saying that.

I told you I know she needs attention.

So do I – now.

Would I take her back after what’s she’s done?

That’s not a fair question.

She would have to take me back first and it will take more than a few blue moons for that to happen.

She’s gone, and I’m stick here at the Tick Tock Diner with you.

The problem is – I don’t know where I go from here.

Is that rain I hear on the window?

If things weren’t bad enough.

I know April is supposed to be a bad month.

I don’t give a shit about May flowers right now.

God, I never though it would feel this bad.

All right, let’s not dawdle on it.

Let’s move on.

I can’t say anything about heartbreak other guys haven’t said a million time already.

I hear even stone men wrote about it on the walls of their caves.

Every guy gets to feeling like this from time to time.

I’m not special.

I said let’s not dawdle on it.

How about another cup of coffee?

Sure, I understand.

I’d be up early in the morning, too, if I could sleep.

Just do me a favor.

If you see your sister, don’t tell her you saw me.

I hate thinking she knows how miserable I am.

You know how it is.

Waitress, more coffee please.

 


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