--Ernest Hemingway Last night, after getting Sadey and her bags from upstairs, we came back down to find a fuming Hem sitting at the bar. From the looks of the surrounding members within his distance, it went unspoken that he was to be left the fuck alone. He had glanced at Sadey and me as we had walked by but said nothing to either one of us. I hadn’t anticipated him to say anything though. Even in his fury, he was starting to feel the self-hate set in. Hem deals with self-hate through alcohol, his way of self-destructing. Always has been his choice of self-infliction and his way of keeping himself numb while he works through his own shit. Luckily enough though, we did not see Shame on the way out. Safe to assume he was already readying himself to be balls deep into Winnie and/or Bloom. Shame deals with his self-hate by fucking his way through as much pussy as he can get, in as short amount of time as he can get at it. This has always been Shames way of dealing with his self-hatred, women versus alcohol.
