132/365 Erik
One day he confesses he’s a bastard. Really. He and sis were the offspring of his mother’s affair with a rich guy, whom they’d occasionally visit. Erik turned me onto the Waifs and Chris Smither, slipped me bootleg CDs. Nicest bastard I’ve ever met.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:11 AM
4 Comments:
OK, just remember that from now on, whenever I mutter "bastard" to you under my breath, that I'm really thinking of Erik's kindness.
The more we talk in code to one another, the more likely our friendship will last, bitch.
If you're going to be a bastard, it's nice to be one of a rich father...
H: Probably true, but I don't get the impression he was formally acknowledged or inherited anything.
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