David Arrives
He’s here. I feel a bit better. But, I think it also has something to do with the alcohol I have in the fridge.
“I bring you the Gandalf!” David presents his long pipe, just like the one that Gandalf the Grey would smoke out of. The Gandalf would only be brought out when one of us was having a bad day, which apparently was every weekend. It was packed with weed that smelled like sweet oranges, “You’ll feel a fuck of a lot better once I’m through with you,”
He removed his jacket and set it down on the table, making his way to the kitchen.
“Another one?”
“Yeah,” I responded. As he rummaged through the kitchen to grab the drinks, I began to spill my feelings on the matter that was on my mind.
“Melissa dumped me today,”
As he came out, he stood there, took a sip and handed me the drink and nodded to the pipe, “Take a hit man, what happened?”
“She said I changed,” I said as I exhaled, “But all that is bullshit. Her friends have been telling her to dump me for years, man.” I took a chug.
“But why? You’re the best, you know aside your idiotic tendencies,” he took a hit.
“What tendencies?” I chuckled.
He managed to make me laugh,” She said I’m not the same from five years ago. She took her shit out before she said anything to me. She moved out and then decided to drop something so massive. She left all the rent money for the remainder of the lease. So, obviously, she put some time in to this,”
“Jesus Christ, Henry. She left the remaining rent? You have like four months left! I wonder how long she thought about this shit. What a cunt!”
“Yo, watch your language! Even with her and her shit gone, I feel like I can still sense her, as if she was still here, you know?” I take another drink,” Her spirit remains,” I add, as I look around the dining room.
“No, but what you’re going through is some fucked up shit. I know how much you feel for her and still do, but that bitch, oh excuse me, Meli did you like that? Had you for five years, and she had the best life! What else did she want? She had a home, a pet, an amazing lover, I’m sure,” He gave me a look and smiled, “She lost her fucking mind! She doesn’t know what good is. Trash,” He exclaimed.
He took a sip of his beer and took a hit. As he handed me the pipe, he continued, “Any girl is lucky to have you in their life. You just met a slut beforehand. She probably wanted to fuck –“
I stop him right in his tracks with a stare, “You really think so?” I ask, changing the topic of my slut ex, “Any girl?”
“Absolutely, Hencock! Any fucking girl in the world!” We chuckled, “You’re the best person I know.”
He gave me a very sincere look and we raised our beers to one another.
But only I know the truth.
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