Productive Streak

Well, well, well. Where the hell have you been? So you think after however long it’s been that you can just waltz back into my life? You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.  I’ve missed you, and I’m glad you’re back. It’s kind of nice looking back over the projects you and started ages ago but never finished. We were filled with such inspiration! But then you started looking around. You were bored with me. I caught you staring at other projects while I was at home slaving over the ones we had already started. Pretty soon, you were dipping your honey stick into so many pots that I had to throw my hands in the air and say, “enough. I am not your whore, productive streak!”

After that, as you will recall, we both went our separate ways. Some nights I would lie awake and worry that you were somewhere dead in a ditch, or wandering the streets looking to trade blow jobs for plot ideas. But mostly I just found solace in short form thrills and stories. They fed me for a good while, dulling the pain of your memory. 

Then recently you showed up at my place looking beat to hell. You were unshaven and your breath stank of sour hops and barley. You didn’t apologize, you just set your dirty hobo-stick down and went into my office. I decided not to say anything and see where you might be going with this. Before I knew it, we were working together again. You and I, we were actually writing, and better still, we were enjoying. I got you cleaned up and something to eat and we dug in even deeper. 

We never have apologized to each other, but I think that would just be a bit redundant, because the scripts we are turning out together seems more than enough.

Much Love

Travis

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