I have friends now. I don’t participate in my own oppression. I went to the place today. It was all very impromptu and shit. Bill called. I said: hey how about we meet at quarter to eleven? And he was like huh? Okay.
I went. There was probably gonna be unpleasantness and meanness on the part of glasses girl, aka his woman. I just prayed to be able to handle it. I mean, I’ve done some fucked up things in the past, but I should be able to meet a friend at the only place in town where you can sit for a while and shoot the shit.
Oh boy. So I see bill and we go in. of course it’s fuckin cold as hell. His face all scrunched beneath his tan baseball cap. His little blue puff coat. We go in.
The nice girl, young, is there.
Hi! She says. So far, glasses girl is absent. Oh good. We get coffee and then there she is. I don’t even look behind the counter. I don’t look at her at all, only out of the corner of my eye to notice damn, she has a fuckin big face.
Ok, be cool. She goes out the door. I don’t look at her. Half an hour later, she comes back. I do not look at her. She made her fuckin point the last time I was there. rudeness. Hostility to the max. I had no idea what to expect this time. Honestly, I thought the worst: him and his woman were going to gang up on me and start hurling accusations, slurs about my mental unfitness, shit like that. Maybe call the cops and have me trespassed from the premises. But no. it didn’t happen. I never saw him. For all I know, he wasn’t even there. one way or another, I didn’t really care. I’m over it. Over him, or the idea of him anyway. They both put a definite stop to that. Their hatred of me couldn’t be any clearer. Ok, fine. I really just wanted to hang out with my friend and lo and behold, it was possible after all. No confrontation. Just don’t look at the bitch. let her think she put me in my place. Well, she kinda did. They both should live happily ever after, him and his big-face woman: the donut couple of the century.
mkrashes 