I'm going on a road trip to parker arizona with me momma tomorrow.
I help bail her out, but she won't let go of me. Shit sucks; Wish she'd let go

That's all we'll find out there

That's it

Never been, though I've resided in the state for over twenty years. Google, bless or curse its rotten AI driven heart, indicates its northwest of Phoenix. What, I wonder, is your mother seeking in such a place? Mine own never moves unless its existential, truly important, existential you might say. A languid queen on the chessboard of life, every square on fire.

The hatred, the rot I smell on you, the long shadows ruined tenements burnt spoons. I can't count the times I should have died and you stand in front of me telling me I'm selfish, that I need to save you. My drinking is killing you.
Well isn't that just-
What?
Nothing at all.

*Existential* twice? Oh dear. It could have been poignant, elegant, austere.
Maybe you were just saying what you meant Mr. Fox. What's wrong with that?
Yeah. You have a point.

smh I see the number and it all goes red if I'm not shitfaced I want to die

You have to answer. She is your mother.

no you dont. you never have to do anything. Even for your mother.

Seems that way, I know. You've got the free agency of the law, keys to a car, could go anywhere. The tears heat the face though, I love her, she's got a gun of loving her to my head. I know from the outside in it seems simple. Yet that's not what it is. This person is a warlord, a tower, a dark world full of monsters and vampires, yet simultaneously the burn of light. I can't reconcile it, how I feel for her.

the action's easy. the feelings make it hard. i get that. but it doesn't change the fact that you dont have to answer.