May 31, 2023
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1/13/23: A little doodle I did on a pink post-it note
Alex was serious, because of course he was. “I’m a spy, Tom. My job is being able to put on a face and maintain it no matter what comes my way and fulfill my mission.”
Fulfill his mission that was something else that bothered him. “and what was your mission?”
“Protect Aria Sharpova”
“From what?”
Alex looked uncomfortable “We didn’t know exactly who…”
“From what Alex.” He already knew the answer but he needed to hear it from him.
“Assassination” he finally said, so softly that Tom missed it behind the hum of the refrigerator.
His mind went blank. He knew it was that. Had guessed that was “Sprintz’s” mission while he was lying on the floor hiding from a sniper . But it was different when it was Alex because it had been him shielding her with his body and it had been him who requested he be there in the first place. “You asked for me to get placed in the middle of an assassination attempt.”
Alex winced “I just asked that you be put in the project. Jones had you placed in our group.”
“What? As some kind of test for you?”
“No. We had to have a normal group size and you were a known quantity. We couldn’t exactly trust anyone to not be compromised.”
“That’s fucking stupid we’re just teen...” he began but trailed off. Bit dense of him to think that being a teen would change anything given he had spent 5 days sitting next to a teenage spy.
Alex‘s arched eyebrow said that he agreed. “Tom, the whole reason I was there was because I was trained at Malagosto. Me being her age was a perk. ” And yeah there was that. It was easy to forget about Alex’s “training”. Mainly because Alex tried to forget it about himself. “Look I’m sorry you got caught up in everything. I really thought I could keep you safe.”
Well I successfully did enough blow to the point I can't feel my face but I can still feel the depression welp that backfired
anybody want a taste of me?
Laugh little doll
Smile at my pleasure
Show them all how good you are
And scoff at their leisure
Basquiat, Untitled (Just Sour), 1982, Oilstick on paper, Schorr Family Collection