Alright, let me set the scene here. I'm sitting at my PC, idly surfing the sites I read webcomics from and I get to Something-Positive. Fan-fucking-tastic comic. He's telling about an ex calling him up drunk as hell and apologizing for cheating. I know the feeling. I've been there. I finish my comics for the day then sit and stare at a blank SXW.

My headphones are off and the lights are down when my cell rings. I pause the video I've been watching of a Britney Spears look-alike in the middle of a circle-jerk and look at the caller ID. Elise. My girlfriend. She's supposed to be in Vegas on some girly-touchy-feely shit with her sorority sisters. I pick it up and she's crying. It's her drunk crying and I just listen. I've heard this a few times since we started dating a year ago. Usually when she wants a ride home since she's out of cash. I ain't driving my Aston Martin to Vegas though and my riced-out BMW is in the shop, getting the stereo replaced. Some fuckers stripped my car last month.

“Yeah, babe?”

She starts in on a drunken spiel and I listen, debating masturbating.

“I'm,” hiccup, “sorry,” she finally mumbles less drunkenly.

“Sorry for what?” I ask, moving my hand from my zipper.

Her tears are finally dying down and she's silent mostly. I can her her breathing then she says, “I, I'm so sorry. I slept with Joe.” Her best friend's older brother.

My whole body freezes as I go from angry, to miserable then back to anger in seconds.

My mind reminds me about the comic and I just stop everything for a moment then think, I gave her everything she fucking has. Her job. Her entrance to her sorority.

“Eric?” she asks timidly. “Are you there?”

I'm still thinking and she cries a little as she says, “Eric. Say something. Please forgive me?”

“All you were is a good fuck to me.” I hang up, block her number, then call the guards at the gate to my community and tell them she's no longer welcome and to have one of their people come up with some boxes for her shit.

I pull my headphones back on, track to Cosmic Castaway by Electrasy in Foobar2000, and turn it up as loud as it goes.

I look back at my blank 'canvas' and type; Alright, let me set the scene here.