((Honestly, I was reluctant to post this. This piece hits a little close to home, following the saying of art imitating life. But, I shouldn't have to censor myself for any reason. And yet I'm going to follow up with, don't read too much into it...))
Jeez, Just Do It
So I’m heading out to hang out with Charlie to pick up some comics. Yeah, we read comics, so what? Said he was bringing Mary along. Him and Mary have this weird relationship. I know he don’t talk much about it, but they were together through most of high school. She dumped him a few years later and now they’re like friends or something. Although there was this time span when I think they were, ya know, more than friends.
“Sup,” I said getting into the back seat. She sits in the front. I don’t mind her too much. She’s not a bad person or nothing, just sometimes the whole situation bugs me. It shouldn’t, but sometimes it does.
“Hey Ray, ya get the message?” Charlie asked.
“Yeah,” I laughed. “What a douche!”
After we get our comics, we eat and hang out somewhere, ya know, with food. So as I’m sitting there I can’t help but notice how they act. I mean, come on already, seriously go screw or something! I know Charlie could use one.
Hell, I could too, but I wouldn’t do that to him.
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