Now I’m Nothing PT 3

S0 it’s me Helena and Shane all in my tricked out band new Porsche 911 Turbo GT. Helena got it for me for our two year anniversary. We are all driving in silence well. Helena is driving and we are listening to some whiney country western type band call. B.R.M.C or Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Shane wanted to hear it and Helena seems to likes it.

 The words aren’t lost on me I get why Shane listens to them, she feels like a dunce for having left Carmen the way she did. Not the second time cause that was more Carmen’s idea than Shane’s but the first time. What a fucking nightmare. Seriously though this band is fucking depressing. It’s good break up music though. But fuck it’s been like two years. How long was Shane gonna suffer.

It’s kinda scary to see what Shane is becoming. All she wears is black. Which isn’t so bad but shit switch it up a bit. She looks like she wants to walk with death. I mean Shane was always brooding and dark, hell it was what pulled me toward her in the first place. But another story for another time. No, Shane seems like she is in a haze. When she called me to tell me she was leaving town to move to San Diego I couldn’t believe it. She didn’t even take her black book.

That was the strangest part. Shane the player’s player, Shane never the same girl in the same week. Shane the head turner, suddenly off the market? All the lines that had lead to her were dead. Women all over California either wanted to kill Carmen or thank her depending on who you spoke to. Usually when ever Shane’s conquests came back to haunt her she would just take it out on the next buxom victim.  As far as I knew Shane hadn’t been with any one since Carmen left for New York.

I know Shane to well. The fountain may be dry in L.A. But she had to found some in SD. Plus if she’s involved (which I doubt) telling her about Carmen might not be the best idea. Either way she should know. I am pretty sure she wants to know.