8.
And
Gordon did look upon the face of the actor, standing at his door. Wet, cold and angry. Gordon invited him in but he refused. He wagged his finger, trying to
gather both thought and breath. Gordon turned away for a moment and returned
with a towel and a glass. Whisky and water. Mixed. The actor took a sip and was
sated some. Presently, he began to yell:
“WHAT WERE YOU
THINKING, GORDON?! WHA… WH… WHAT YOU DO THAT FOR?!” The actor wept. Gordon, not
missing a beat took his sketchbook and showed it to the actor. His wet, nubby
fingers thumbed through the book growing ever more confused as he did. Gordon’s
notes were likened to a physician’s and, quite possibly, only a physician could
have possibly been able to decipher it. Possibly.
“I
don’t understand your handwriting.”
“I
do. I know what I’m doing.”
The
finality of that answer was… comforting but the actor required more.
“You
still have more of that whisky mix-thing?”
Gordon turned from his guest, smiling to himself, “There’s fresh clothes
in the guest room.”
first strong implications that gordon is in fact ghord.
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ah! or is he....
Deletefor all i know he could be a very groovy film director, or writer. or not.