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So.
I'm working the bar tonight. Michelle, my exgirlfriend comes up and Im telling her what I've been up to. Same old crap, different day sorta crap. She tells me She got Tag-Teamed Saturday. Like its a laughing matter. She wondered why I didn't find it funny. Cause I dun wanna fucking hear it. I don't wanna hear how she got double-stuffed by two guys. So, she's all what's wrong, blah blah. I looked her in the eye and told her I don't wanna hear about that shit and she pissed me off, coming in here bragging about it to me. The Caleb came out in me. I could feel the stone cold glare as I told her to get the fuck out of my bar. She said something, I told her I don't care and get the fuck out. She got this hurt look on her face like she was going to cry. I kept my composure. She went outside into the courtyard. She came back in and told me she was leaving and she'll see me this weekend or to call her or something. Did I finally reverse the tables? Did I win some type of battle? I feel like I did. She wants to play some " I still care about you Stevo" mind fuck games? No more Kind open hand. Closed fist. She plays this better than though with me, because Im not as far ahead as she is, and ya know what? at least Im no skank. She keeps acting like she cares. Pssh. No more of these blows to the dome. I ain't taking it no more. She cares, she can prove it. She doesn't? Well then fuck her. I've got better things to do with my time.
Caleb is my inner Badass I suppose. Hardcore sonofabitch that don't take no crap from nobody. Im thinking the more I tear him out, the better I'll be.
I'm working the bar tonight. Michelle, my exgirlfriend comes up and Im telling her what I've been up to. Same old crap, different day sorta crap. She tells me She got Tag-Teamed Saturday. Like its a laughing matter. She wondered why I didn't find it funny. Cause I dun wanna fucking hear it. I don't wanna hear how she got double-stuffed by two guys. So, she's all what's wrong, blah blah. I looked her in the eye and told her I don't wanna hear about that shit and she pissed me off, coming in here bragging about it to me. The Caleb came out in me. I could feel the stone cold glare as I told her to get the fuck out of my bar. She said something, I told her I don't care and get the fuck out. She got this hurt look on her face like she was going to cry. I kept my composure. She went outside into the courtyard. She came back in and told me she was leaving and she'll see me this weekend or to call her or something. Did I finally reverse the tables? Did I win some type of battle? I feel like I did. She wants to play some " I still care about you Stevo" mind fuck games? No more Kind open hand. Closed fist. She plays this better than though with me, because Im not as far ahead as she is, and ya know what? at least Im no skank. She keeps acting like she cares. Pssh. No more of these blows to the dome. I ain't taking it no more. She cares, she can prove it. She doesn't? Well then fuck her. I've got better things to do with my time.
Caleb is my inner Badass I suppose. Hardcore sonofabitch that don't take no crap from nobody. Im thinking the more I tear him out, the better I'll be.