naive passion powers

In the party room, at a large table, a multi-generational family assembled. A handful of youths, possibly including some couples for they didn’t seem related sat with a drunk blonde woman who was probably someone’s mother although I’m guessing that she’d deny having adult children and an older couple, probably the blonde’s parents. A scruffy young man sat coolly beside the uncomfortable old man. Their voices somehow filtered through the music and the crowd.

“So what are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m unemployed.”

“School.”

“I dropped out of high school and then I dropped out of college.”

“Oh.”

“I play my guitar and sing at bars.”

“Does that pay?”

“Hardly. I live with my parents. I’ll get by.”

“Sounds risky.”

“I can live with that.”

The old man rolled his eyes and the youth picked up a beer and drank deeply, already drunk with the strength of his naive passion powers.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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