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Grown Ugly
0 reviewsGreg gets a call from Morgan after a heavy night of drinking. She says something that's like a stab in the heart.
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Grown so Ugly:
-Greg-
I felt like a zombie this morning. I don’t usually drink so much. What the hell was I thinking? My memory from last night is a blur. The last thing I remember is a purple hippopotamus walking into the bar. I think it was a hippopotamus. My vision got blurry. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Damn! When did I get this old? I know I’m in my thirties, but I look sixty right now. When did I get all of these wrinkles on my face? I have an old face, I tell you. It’s an old man face. How did this happen?
My cell phone rang from my room. I whipped around from my confusion.Who is that now? I stumbled back into my room.
“Hello?” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry I think I have the wrong number,” a woman’s voice replied. My eye’s widened.
“Morgan?” I asked.
“How do you know my name?”
“It’s me, Greg.”
“This better not be a joke.”
“It’s not!”
“I don’t have time for this.” She hung up before I could speak.
“Morgan!” I shouted. I stared at my phone. What just happened? I thought I sounded the way that I normally do. Did I drink that much last night? The phone rang in my hand again.
“Hello?” I answered.
“You again?” she asked.
“It really is me!”
“Is that right?”
“Yes!”
“Then why do you sound like that?”
I sighed over the phone. “I had too much to drink last night. Why? What’s wrong with my voice?”
“You sound like an old man,” she replied simply. That shot me right in the chest.Old… man?! No!
“Greg? Are you still there? Hello?” she asked. I slowly shook my head to myself.
“I think I’m going to huddle up in the corner and cry now,” I said in a high-pitched voice.
“What are you talking about?” she asked. “Greg? Greg?” I dropped my phone on the floor. Her voice sounded so distant to me as I sank down to my knees.Old man? Old man?! No! I felt like dying that morning.
“Hello? Greg? Are you still there? Hello? Hello?” she asked.
And now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now
-Greg-
I felt like a zombie this morning. I don’t usually drink so much. What the hell was I thinking? My memory from last night is a blur. The last thing I remember is a purple hippopotamus walking into the bar. I think it was a hippopotamus. My vision got blurry. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Damn! When did I get this old? I know I’m in my thirties, but I look sixty right now. When did I get all of these wrinkles on my face? I have an old face, I tell you. It’s an old man face. How did this happen?
My cell phone rang from my room. I whipped around from my confusion.Who is that now? I stumbled back into my room.
“Hello?” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry I think I have the wrong number,” a woman’s voice replied. My eye’s widened.
“Morgan?” I asked.
“How do you know my name?”
“It’s me, Greg.”
“This better not be a joke.”
“It’s not!”
“I don’t have time for this.” She hung up before I could speak.
“Morgan!” I shouted. I stared at my phone. What just happened? I thought I sounded the way that I normally do. Did I drink that much last night? The phone rang in my hand again.
“Hello?” I answered.
“You again?” she asked.
“It really is me!”
“Is that right?”
“Yes!”
“Then why do you sound like that?”
I sighed over the phone. “I had too much to drink last night. Why? What’s wrong with my voice?”
“You sound like an old man,” she replied simply. That shot me right in the chest.Old… man?! No!
“Greg? Are you still there? Hello?” she asked. I slowly shook my head to myself.
“I think I’m going to huddle up in the corner and cry now,” I said in a high-pitched voice.
“What are you talking about?” she asked. “Greg? Greg?” I dropped my phone on the floor. Her voice sounded so distant to me as I sank down to my knees.Old man? Old man?! No! I felt like dying that morning.
“Hello? Greg? Are you still there? Hello? Hello?” she asked.
And now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now
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