strung out on heaven's high

I've never been fishing, but it didn't stop me thinking I was a fisherman for a while there this weekend. Funny how this place works.

So. The deities want to know about pain.

Pain is-- Dying is-- When my heart--

A couple weeks after I got here I got in a fight, with some asshole. I bought him a beer and then we had a fight. He split my lip and got a few good hits in but I'm not gonna lie, I fucking mopped the floor with him, and neither of us had a reason except that we were pissed off at nothing and needed to let it out. Times like that it's not even so bad, when you're in it and you don't have time to think about being hurt. The next day's different, sore and hung-over and bruised, and that's when you finally get smart and realize you probably shouldn't have.

Then again, people do stupid things, worse things than they realize, because they're scared of getting hurt, and that isn't any better than going out and picking fights for no reason.

I don't know what you want from us, I just want to have an out next time something fucked up happens.


[Private to Eric Northman]

All right, you're hired. I'd have gotten back to you quicker but, you know. Curses and shit.