Lorne (Angel 5-17) monologue

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What do I think? I think I'm tired. I think I'm sick and tired of wearing bells on my toes and making like everything is going to be okay.

 

I think it's pathetic that lately I'm too scared and sad to tell people the truth, so I just tell say what they want to hear instead.

 

Most of all, I think the term happy hour should be banned from the English language. There's nothing happy about this hour or any other.

 

What I know is that I started drinking the moment I found out a girl I loved was gonna die. And every time I get to the bottom of a glass I hope that that last drop will take me the distance.

 

A simple plan, I failed utterly, which is why I'm going to heave my tutus off this stool, put the bells on, and with a smile and a quip, go back into the belly of a very ugly beast and pretend that I can help.

 

Cause that's what the green guy does.