Goodbye Dick
"Rick," he turned his head very quickly, "I dont want to see you anymore." I said it. Bluntlly, matter of factly, sternly.
"Fair enough"
"You make me feel like shit"
"I'm sorry I make you feel that way, I suppose you'd like me to leave now"
"yeah..."
long pause, no eye contact. He knows he uses me, he knows he's a dick.
"I hope we can be friends somtime" he says
I'm not a bitch though, I'm a nice human. I treat others with respect, and I do things for those I care about, and I'm friendly to those I know
"I'll still say hi to you if I see you at the bar" Because I know it will happen. Because you, Richard, are an alcoholic.
"thats a good thing" we say
"No hard feelings" we say
"its been fun..." we say
and he walks out the door with his guitar and his rocks.
The End.