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60 pages, ebook
First published September 9, 2010
And to be honest, I'd never had a lot to do with socially retarded saddo types.Ok. Luke's far from the first person to think this way or even say it out loud, but nonetheless it kind of ticked me off. Mainly because this is the perfect description of yours truly. Minus a mention of half a lifetime of drugs, of course. (Doctor approved, people, not coke. Sheesh!) Normally, I don't take such comments too seriously (total lie) but my thought was, well FUCK YOU, JAG OFF.
There's only one thing I don't like about my looks: my eyes. When I was a little kid they were bright blue, just like my mum's, but these days they've faded to grey, and where I'm blond now they can look a bit cold.We later learn that it when he was 16 and still a kid, his mother died, leaving him with a less than supportive father. That was probably the last time he felt loved, felt like he had more to offer than a pretty face and peach-like bottom. When I realized that Luke was really just a sad little boy with a dickish exterior, with no one who really loved him, I started sympathizing with him.
He…just stared into his coffee cup as if helpful suggestions were going to spell themselves out on the foam on top. His fingers linked around the sides of the mug like he was giving it a cuddle.Ok, this I laughed at because, again, it sounds exactly like me (what can I say, I’m as self-involved as Luke). I often cuddle my coffee cup, hoping it’ll provide me with something profound or funny to say. It hasn’t yet, but I continue to live in hope.