62. Tom Cobalt
TOM COBALT
OCTOBER
Fuck October.
Fuck every minute of every second when we’re not together. Fuck all the airplanes that have never flown me to him. And fuck time zones. The only time zone should be the one that places me with Phoenix.
The only thing that I don’t want to cast into eternal damnation is our music and our brothers. Which is precisely why I’m at a collegiate hockey arena.
I clap half-heartedly as MVU’s Thrashers score a goal. Ben didn’t make the shot, or else I would gather Herculean energy to spring to my feet. His teammate, however, gets lackluster applause from me.
I wear sunglasses in the stands, and the ice looks dark. My world is dark, so this is very appropriate. Everyone should be wearing sunglasses this month so they can feel my pain.
I will let Phoenix know this later.