Poor little lass Something cruddy’s obviously going on.
Since losing my mom it’s not uncommon for me to burst into tears at random times (thanks to Wellbutrin it doesn’t happen as often anymore). So far the most RIDICULOUS trigger was hearing the song “Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx while sitting in a Chinese restaurant with my husband.
Oh yeah. One line of “wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you” and there I am picturing my mom hanging out in Heaven waiting on the shores of the crystal sea until God tells her it’s time to go get me to bring me home and bam, sobbing into my chicken lo mein.
Richard. Fucking. Marx.
You never know what’s gonna set people off when they’re in an emotionally fragile state.
My best guess is that they were prostitutes or just friends of his. He likely just took money for the rooms without checking them in the computer, so when I showed up he didn’t know which rooms were taken. I can picture how this would work with ‘locals’ (prostitutes, drug users and partiers) who knew they could crash cheaply by giving the clerk cash under the table.