I couldn't care less.
She writes: “I’m with my sister, you know her, I think. We’re at a cafй. How are you? You have forgotten us completely. Good luck”.
I wanted to meet her. A week ago. She promised me she’d call. She wouldn’t. And here comes the blast of the activity. From nowhere. Ok.
I say: “I remember none who I could say is your sister (In fact, I was studying with her at school for 10 years or so. Same class. Same desk). And I bought myself a diary. A children’s one. With a hair. As blue as the sea.”
That’s how it started. I oughtta have gone to kiss her ass for a mobile amusement park.
She says: “My sister is really offended, we wanted to meet you, but I don’t think we shall”.
As if I needed their meeting any longer. Manipulation.
I say: “Is that a blackmail attempt?”
She says: “Oh no, perhaps we’ll meet anyway, tomorrow, 14.30, will that suit, aren’t you afraid?”
I am not, because I’ll not go anywhere.
So I say: “I am. Let’s see what you’ll say to this”.
A long pause.
She says: “Nothing to be afraid of, let’s go out and have some fun. I’ll pay my part”.
She could’ve promised to pay my part twice as well, that was not the point.
The point was, I was fed up. I was not believing her, although she obviously thought I should. No sincerity. Too much pretence. Sorry, girl, not this life.
I say: “Why should be so active these days?”.
Her sister’s part.
Stage lights on. I loved her when at school. She wouldn’t even look at me. Right, I was too fat, too slow, and there was always someone better and all that crap. Typical crap.
Sister says: “I’m offended, I thought we were friends”.
I bet her thinking process stopped when she lit her first cigarette. 13 y.o.
I say: “If you have nothing to do, go talk to your sister”.
None of them answered. What a pity. I wanted to feel them gone away forever. I couldn’t. But I could feel hunger.
I am a yard-keeper. My job is to keep the schoolyard clean. So I was doing it when two girls came up to me. Boobie-bearers. 8-th grade, not less.
- How did you get inside?
Only one of them was speaking. The other one was chewing something too fast to speak.
- You guess.
- How can we get inside and see the guard???
Guard’s girls. Good. The guard is not that stupid to take advantage of the institution he guards.
- Go chew the grid (the school has grid on the gates), that’s what my sister says.
- Oh, what the fuck???
- Or use your mindpower, (my sister once again).
- Or the teleport, Diablo II like. (It’s me).
- Damn it, kids, you are what, a brother and a sister.
- Look, it took them much time to figure that out!!! (My sister).
- I wonder if IQ can be measured in a negative scale.
- Fuck it, how did you get inside (they were almost shouting)???
- With the help of the key, through the door. Use your fingers.
- Is the guard inside???
- There’s no guard in the basement. (I keep my brooms and all in the basement).
- Can’t you go down to the basement and shout for the guard to come out???
- Do I have a Mother Theresa badge on me (that’s my sister once again)?
- Can’t you climb the roof and shout into the chimney for the guard to come out, just for a change??? (that’s me).
No wonder they left.
Communication. I love it.
I wanted to meet her. A week ago. She promised me she’d call. She wouldn’t. And here comes the blast of the activity. From nowhere. Ok.
I say: “I remember none who I could say is your sister (In fact, I was studying with her at school for 10 years or so. Same class. Same desk). And I bought myself a diary. A children’s one. With a hair. As blue as the sea.”
That’s how it started. I oughtta have gone to kiss her ass for a mobile amusement park.
She says: “My sister is really offended, we wanted to meet you, but I don’t think we shall”.
As if I needed their meeting any longer. Manipulation.
I say: “Is that a blackmail attempt?”
She says: “Oh no, perhaps we’ll meet anyway, tomorrow, 14.30, will that suit, aren’t you afraid?”
I am not, because I’ll not go anywhere.
So I say: “I am. Let’s see what you’ll say to this”.
A long pause.
She says: “Nothing to be afraid of, let’s go out and have some fun. I’ll pay my part”.
She could’ve promised to pay my part twice as well, that was not the point.
The point was, I was fed up. I was not believing her, although she obviously thought I should. No sincerity. Too much pretence. Sorry, girl, not this life.
I say: “Why should be so active these days?”.
Her sister’s part.
Stage lights on. I loved her when at school. She wouldn’t even look at me. Right, I was too fat, too slow, and there was always someone better and all that crap. Typical crap.
Sister says: “I’m offended, I thought we were friends”.
I bet her thinking process stopped when she lit her first cigarette. 13 y.o.
I say: “If you have nothing to do, go talk to your sister”.
None of them answered. What a pity. I wanted to feel them gone away forever. I couldn’t. But I could feel hunger.
I am a yard-keeper. My job is to keep the schoolyard clean. So I was doing it when two girls came up to me. Boobie-bearers. 8-th grade, not less.
- How did you get inside?
Only one of them was speaking. The other one was chewing something too fast to speak.
- You guess.
- How can we get inside and see the guard???
Guard’s girls. Good. The guard is not that stupid to take advantage of the institution he guards.
- Go chew the grid (the school has grid on the gates), that’s what my sister says.
- Oh, what the fuck???
- Or use your mindpower, (my sister once again).
- Or the teleport, Diablo II like. (It’s me).
- Damn it, kids, you are what, a brother and a sister.
- Look, it took them much time to figure that out!!! (My sister).
- I wonder if IQ can be measured in a negative scale.
- Fuck it, how did you get inside (they were almost shouting)???
- With the help of the key, through the door. Use your fingers.
- Is the guard inside???
- There’s no guard in the basement. (I keep my brooms and all in the basement).
- Can’t you go down to the basement and shout for the guard to come out???
- Do I have a Mother Theresa badge on me (that’s my sister once again)?
- Can’t you climb the roof and shout into the chimney for the guard to come out, just for a change??? (that’s me).
No wonder they left.
Communication. I love it.