I was dating an actress and it sucked
Her dead eyes from 4 years of hustle stared back at me when I asked her what life was like
She answered in mere platitudes: you have to do what you want to do-I need this and it is a part of who I am
There was no specificity but she gave me the best sex I’d ever had.
It maybe had to do with her being an actress-I mean come on you become what your career is-and damn was she a good actor.
But sex I mean I can whack off and get the same effect. Maybe not the same satisfaction but the biological response-exactly the same.
There needed to be something more and all there was was a hollow shell surrounded by dead eyes.
“We think she killed the man and the woman who were at the screening on Thursday night. Apparently there was a third person that was with them when she was auditioning for the new tv show.”
“another young woman.”
“The show runners niece?”
“No an intern”
“Yea that’s what I meant”
The niece was an intern?”
“Change her last name to money with a little blood smeared…”
The voices trailed as they left the bathroom.
“We are in search of a woman-you may know her as Marla Mooney. She was last seen with you.”
A. How in the fuck did people see me and Marla
B. How the fuck would I know. Last I saw her she was wearing a dazzled scale dress and was probably going off to fuck a producer. The artistry with that one never sleeps yet somehow always sleeps around.
“I don’t know where she is.”
“We’re gonna have to take you in for questioning “
I’m in the squad car now. Something about being in the back of a police car even though you haven’t done anything still makes you feel paranoid. I guess that’s how they get innocent people to admit to shit they didn’t do-you gotta make that commission somehow.