Vedric was drunk and crooning.
‘Yesterday… All my troubles seemed so far away!’
‘Now it looks as though they’re here to stay‘
Glug, glug, gargle, garble
‘Now I long for yesterday!’
Winslow couldn’t take it any more.
‘What the hell is the matter with you?‘
‘Moi?’ Vedric replied grinning stupidly slopping his beer over the table.
‘Once upon a time I would
Vedric burped.
sit on the clown council and not give a shit. I would sit there, not engaging, bored off my tits and if anyone asked me anything I would say – yeah whatever.
Vedric took a giant gulp of beer and slopped half of it down his shirt.
But then one fateful day, I decided I would start giving a shit and I started offering ideas and providing my opinion and it was great and I enjoyed the meetings immensely.
Vedric slammed down his bottle shooting beer out of the top and stared at Winslow wide eyed.
But now, now! My slippery opinion has turned on me. It’s cursed me! Because you work up the courage to speak up only to be met with no support and so you feel embarrassed and stupid for talking.
Vedric took another sip. Only half of the beer making it into his mouth.
Or or!
Vedric started jabbing a finger towards Winslow.
Even worse the others take up arms against you, viscerally disagreeing with you and so you feel lost and a social pariah. And so, I long for ‘yesterday’ when I was a clown councilman schlub who didn’t care about anything!
Winslow guided away from him a small beer river that was making it’s way to him across the table, locked eyes with Vedric and said:
‘Get your act together! These are just teething issues, find a way to give your opinion without it causing you so much pain and for the love of god clean up this mess!’
Thomas Duggan 