this is the part where I want to be mean, but it's wrong, so I do it anyway
Thanks for answering my call. I watched you look at your phone in the doorway. Don't worry, I made it home eventually. I'm really getting to know your area well.
So, did you actually see my taillights reflected in his eyes, or did you go straight for the dick? I know what's going on; I'm not nearly as fucking stupid as you think I am. As I wanted to be. 'It's okay that you still want to be friends with him'. 'I understand that you'll always have feelings for him.' 'I trust you'. So right now you're fucking him, and I'm sitting here with Justin.
I met Justin at a bar tonight. He's why I was a little late picking you up from work (something I did regularly and willingly for a long time. What's cab fare from Monroeville to Irwin?). His full name is Justin Case-of-Yuengling-Traditional-Lager, though he usually shortens it to Justin Case. I picked him up on my way back to the restaurant, Justin Case the elephant in the room decided to stampede alone, and I needed some shelter. Justin Case you decided to give this guy's second chance a second chance. Justin Case I had lost a friend for a while, but still needed one. Justin Tuitive. Justin Sightful. Justin Timate, but Justin Absentia.
Odd, I was just starting to open up to this one a bit. I was ready to show you some of my writing. I was ready to tell you all the stories that made me who I am. It was tranquilizing. I didn't have to be the fuckin' funny guy for a while. I didn't have to check myself, sidestep unresolved transgression. You were my friend. I could be honest. I let my guard down. It was a fuckin' setup. Like a heavyweight fighter, you waited patiently for an opening, then you took a vicious shot. So no, I don't think I'll be able to make it to mini golf on Thursday. See if I let my fucking guard down again.
This is why I didn't bother with this shit for years. Drugs and rock and roll were always enough on their own. My own idiot fault though, really...I've done this before, been here before, knew the risks I was taking. The past is fuzzy, we lose the heights and depths of experience. We remember good and bad, but forget exactly how fantastic and how destructive other people can be.
fuck it
cheers, happy people.
So, did you actually see my taillights reflected in his eyes, or did you go straight for the dick? I know what's going on; I'm not nearly as fucking stupid as you think I am. As I wanted to be. 'It's okay that you still want to be friends with him'. 'I understand that you'll always have feelings for him.' 'I trust you'. So right now you're fucking him, and I'm sitting here with Justin.
I met Justin at a bar tonight. He's why I was a little late picking you up from work (something I did regularly and willingly for a long time. What's cab fare from Monroeville to Irwin?). His full name is Justin Case-of-Yuengling-Traditional-Lager, though he usually shortens it to Justin Case. I picked him up on my way back to the restaurant, Justin Case the elephant in the room decided to stampede alone, and I needed some shelter. Justin Case you decided to give this guy's second chance a second chance. Justin Case I had lost a friend for a while, but still needed one. Justin Tuitive. Justin Sightful. Justin Timate, but Justin Absentia.
Odd, I was just starting to open up to this one a bit. I was ready to show you some of my writing. I was ready to tell you all the stories that made me who I am. It was tranquilizing. I didn't have to be the fuckin' funny guy for a while. I didn't have to check myself, sidestep unresolved transgression. You were my friend. I could be honest. I let my guard down. It was a fuckin' setup. Like a heavyweight fighter, you waited patiently for an opening, then you took a vicious shot. So no, I don't think I'll be able to make it to mini golf on Thursday. See if I let my fucking guard down again.
This is why I didn't bother with this shit for years. Drugs and rock and roll were always enough on their own. My own idiot fault though, really...I've done this before, been here before, knew the risks I was taking. The past is fuzzy, we lose the heights and depths of experience. We remember good and bad, but forget exactly how fantastic and how destructive other people can be.
fuck it
cheers, happy people.