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For fuck’s sake, I can’t believe this…what did I tell you? Paranoia, huh? Don’t know where to start…
Remember when we were at that bar with that awesome picture, I keep forgetting what it’s called, fuck it, that winter a couple of years ago I think, when you and I went to get smokes, but all the stores around were closed, so we had to walk around for more than an hour? Don’t know if you remember, anywho, while we were freezing our asses off on the snow, at some point Maya put her foot in her mouth in front of Gorjan about the situation with that guy, what’s his name, the dude that beat the crap out of her, when she lost her baby. I can see exactly what that went like, as usual she made herself a victim, so special, etc. If I got it right, Gorjan at that point felt big-as-your-mammas-ass attraction to her and since then he got so obsessed with her depth and uniqueness that he lost all ability to think of anything else. Like before that he never saw her as a sexual creature…Tell that to your grandma! I remember like it was yesterday, you motherfucker, I told you then something was wrong. But nooo, noo, it’s all in your head, all is fine. Ivan’s trippin`, like always, fuck my ears I’m trippin`, dickhead. Plus, when we got back, I remember they were real quiet and they wouldn’t say what’s up, allegedly they dozed off waiting…We’re all blind, my mind’s blown. A couple of days later the bumped into each other who knows where, like accidentally, but I wouldn’t bet on it, and I don’t know exactly how and what happened, but I can see it as bright as day, some time after that night out, both of them went on a business trip, so you and I went out alone after a thousand years and laughed our butts off that they had to work hard and we were partying. Well fuck me, they did work. The worked each other real hard, fucking cutthroat bastards.
I don’t know what to think or do, I’m dead serious. On the one hand I want to strangle the motherfuckers or make them a cuppa good morning coffee with a twist – poison, some slow and efficient and preferably extremely painful and while they are dying we burn their favorite things or people, whatever, or we take them to that wacko that beat up everybody in the neighborhood! On the other hand, I don’t give two fucks, I even think I pretended to myself that I was jealous, I think every atom of passion I had for him got spent after all the crap we’d been through, and you might think when you go through so much with someone nothing could extinguish your love. My ass. But then again, I totally get them, I do. Their mating makes perfect sense to me. I’ve before seen such a couple of selfish creatures. Let alone their capacity to invent lies and bullshit. Maybe I should get the hell out. But then there’s you guys, I can’t imagine you two not being a couple. I remember I used to get upset before, when you two hooked up, because I didn’t see you as often and even less alone, but now I don’t know, I guess I got used to it…Although, I mean, you’ve always known what I think of her. You can do so much better man, but I won’t do anything before I talk to you, don’t worry.
Get this, this is how I found out: Don’t know if I told you but here at work we have a new girl, a complete wacko, although she’s not really new anymore, been working together for over a year now. Anywho, I went to get a cuppa coffee on my break earlier and we made small talk and from what she told me I realized she’s the chick that Gorjan keeps mentioning, Kiks, that’s his BFF since ever, that later moved who knows where, so they only talked online, she goes by the name Kiki in the office, so you know me, I wanted to squeeze something juicy out of her, I didn’t tell her I know him, so I start manipulating her into talking about him, like I’m so desperately fascinated by their “friendship” and the bimbo told me everything, LOL, found just the right person, little brat! Listen to this, he knew he was gay since he was a kid, she did too. But we’ve talked about this a fuckload of times, you know, I’ve told you. No, he didn’t always like sucking, he had a girl in high school, my ass he had a girl, except maybe for Miss Righty Hand, I knew he hasn’t laid eyes on anyone else, but okay. Fine, except for maybe your girlfriend. Screw it.
That’s that bro …gotta go get some work done, that idiot boss of mine keeps staring at me under his glasses.
What do you say? We gonna pretend we don’t know shit? Or should I start plotting murder?
Call me later if you wanna hang. Bye, Ivan

AuthorFrosina Stojkovska
2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments