cut bait

was going through the "V bag" of mementos, receipts, misc., in search of anything else damning for my day in court. guess what popped out--the "Marlin" business card. or perhaps i was looking for it.

a crappy miami-inspired al fresco bar in lan kwai fong (right near the hidden alley where we... ah, another time) where she professed that i was "everything i've ever wanted".

that was her (what was her term?) "flush of love" moment. she even conjured up some tears for effect. what fucking garbage.

must have been all those tequila shots talking. she doesn't hold her liquor all that well (see "Aqua"). i thought immediately of that beer commercial doing the rounds, chris isaac's wicked games in the background as a guy says "I love you" so the chick will move towards him on the couch allowing him to access the drink that's in an arm wrapped around her head.

was she just trying to get me to buy her another round? damn girl, it could have been so much easier than this.

i must burn down this cheap old house.