sharon could see the light seeping through the window, as she watched the mary tyler moore show.
always one of her favorites, although she almost never actually laughed at it..
very soon, thought larry, or at least one of these days, or who knows, maybe never, i will live in a penthouse ...
or at least …
have my own apartment?
is this life for fucking real?
better just get up and get dressed, thought sharon.
maybe sneak in a nap in the afternoon.
not that she actually had anything to do.
just when things were starting to look good…
here i am back in a fucking rooming house.
which most people think don't even exist any more.
i wish i wasn't a big boy, so i could cry.
all right, let's go.
first, get into a sitting position.
exhausted by her long night of gunsmoke, bonanza and mary tyler moore,
sharon leaned back…
everything he had ever…
come on, big guy, larry told himself, what is the use of going over all this again…
just get the fuck up and get in the shower.
today is the first day of the rest of your life.
now, sharon, now!