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I am torn.
I lay it all down.
Nic, one of my best friends, lied straight faced to me yesterday.
Of course, it was about a girl.
Carly, also a friend, she told me exactly what happened three days ago.
I ask him "so what happened between you and carly?"
His glaring omissions, his bold face lies, his puppy-dog ego boosting.
he finishes with, "and she was yelling at me and not letting me say my side, i don't need to bother with a girl like that."
In retrospect, i suppose i should have tip-toed and been carefull with my words. I should have dropped the whole thing.
but instead i say, "well, not every girl is going to suck your dick when you ask them to so get used to it."
Figure of speech.
I recieved a nasty look.
"well if she can't take a joke, then thats her problem." he said.
"Nic thats not a joke..." i begin to say, only to be interrupted by a comment from left field.
"so hows jesika?" he asks.
where'd that come from? i want to tell him im sure jesika's doing fine or that i haven't talked to her, and don't bring her up again because it'll probably be another three years before i see her again.
I like to keep things consistent.
Instead i say,"Jesika who?" and pretend to not know who he is refering to, i then say "no wait, whats funny about what you said to carly?"
I don't get the punchline, obviously.
"well, it was the way i said it." omissions, lies, and ego.
ok, nic. sure.
Some friends are only friends during the best circumstances.
i see people just floating away, not just from their friends, from themseleves.
Anything for that fix.
that thing that makes you feel good.
if only for a second.
i get in my car, i drive home.
i call carly and ask her if she likes the new cd.
she does, we talk, we hangup.
i'm bothered. why'd he ask that? i haven't brought it up in... i don't know, long time. he could have asked how's nicole, or even alisha. hell, lindsey for that matter. Not that i would know about any of them, it would just seem more timely if he asked about them, more relevent.
i think too much.
i go down my phone #'s, JLS.
i call, no one picks up, i don't leave a message.
i've alwaysd hated machines.
I finally make it home.
I lay it all down.
Nic, one of my best friends, lied straight faced to me yesterday.
Of course, it was about a girl.
Carly, also a friend, she told me exactly what happened three days ago.
I ask him "so what happened between you and carly?"
His glaring omissions, his bold face lies, his puppy-dog ego boosting.
he finishes with, "and she was yelling at me and not letting me say my side, i don't need to bother with a girl like that."
In retrospect, i suppose i should have tip-toed and been carefull with my words. I should have dropped the whole thing.
but instead i say, "well, not every girl is going to suck your dick when you ask them to so get used to it."
Figure of speech.
I recieved a nasty look.
"well if she can't take a joke, then thats her problem." he said.
"Nic thats not a joke..." i begin to say, only to be interrupted by a comment from left field.
"so hows jesika?" he asks.
where'd that come from? i want to tell him im sure jesika's doing fine or that i haven't talked to her, and don't bring her up again because it'll probably be another three years before i see her again.
I like to keep things consistent.
Instead i say,"Jesika who?" and pretend to not know who he is refering to, i then say "no wait, whats funny about what you said to carly?"
I don't get the punchline, obviously.
"well, it was the way i said it." omissions, lies, and ego.
ok, nic. sure.
Some friends are only friends during the best circumstances.
i see people just floating away, not just from their friends, from themseleves.
Anything for that fix.
that thing that makes you feel good.
if only for a second.
i get in my car, i drive home.
i call carly and ask her if she likes the new cd.
she does, we talk, we hangup.
i'm bothered. why'd he ask that? i haven't brought it up in... i don't know, long time. he could have asked how's nicole, or even alisha. hell, lindsey for that matter. Not that i would know about any of them, it would just seem more timely if he asked about them, more relevent.
i think too much.
i go down my phone #'s, JLS.
i call, no one picks up, i don't leave a message.
i've alwaysd hated machines.
I finally make it home.