A long awaited reunion
Hank swung by the condo for the very first time, along with his wife Magda and his two adorable daughter's Ciri and Eva. He's been working allot as manager at Walgreens in the northern burbs of the city, Glenview I believe.
We tore into a box of freshly bought Samuel Adams. My girlfriend was amazed that someone could keep up with me in terms of beer consumption. She even thought a 12 case was excessive. I promptly informed her that a mere 12 might not be sufficient for these two Super Saiyjins...and it wasn't really. However, his wife decided to end his drinking for the night.
He was telling me about his having visited a former friend of ours...well I can't ever rightfully call him a friend because I honestly despise this little fucktard. His name's Ken, and I honestly hate the bastard...for good reason too. I swear Hank can make me want to pull my hair out by the roots...you'd think someone has learned their lesson after years of constantly trying to warn them!
Ken's a mindless fool, a inconsolable inconsiderate prick, and the cheapest stingiest greediest bastard I've ever known. I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating but really, you couldn't even imagine what a unrepentant dumbshit this guy is. Well, just hearing about the diaper stain made me reel and put a nasty feeling of disgust in me. All of those memories of that scumbag resurfaced. Memories I'd rather have had erased via hypnosis or a lobotomy. I hope, and pray that Hank has learned his lesson from all of this. Deep down it silently infuriated me that he'd driven 6 hrs downstate to hang with a member of our former posse who was always a self serving sycophantic cretin and yet couldn't even call me up every so often. I always wondered was I so easily forgotten and overlooked even by those I'd always wanted to be a part of my mundane existence? It's not like I loved or even liked many of my so-called friends. Most of them were anything but interesting to me...even so, you might say that I sort of invested false hopes and misplaced loyalties in most of them. But Hank and I went through thick and thin, and many adventures shared together.
Back to Ken. Hank told me that when he went down there to Springfield (IL) that the guy not only hadn't changed at all, but he corrupted his once cool wife Nichole into being more like himself which is to say highly unlikable. He even shaved his head bald and became a damned Mormon! Not that I really give a damn if he converted into that religion, but it seemed insanely weird as to defy description. As if it could get any weirder, he lied to relatives saying that his son was the one getting baptized when it was really for himself. His attitude was inhospitable, and to put it bluntly intolerably rude to the core. Imagine you go to visit someone and they wouldn't even offer you tea or coffee, much less anything else...and when you asked they were so disgustingly ghetto as to penny pinch on the amount of say cream they'd insert into your coffee.
How strange he was, this Ken fool. And only Hank, bless his maddening soul was the only mortal in this world who could abide such a fag like Ken.
Don't get me wrong, I'm the least judgmental person around. I mean yeah I got standards and I disavow people who fall short of them but that's only being selective. Is that so wrong? Those standards are there to protect me, and those that I associate with as well. If they don't represent then they don't deserve to be a part of my life. I value quality, not quantity. Can't step up then step the fuck out of my life! Like the Govenator says in Eraser: You've just been erased.
Anyways, besides my deep dislike for Ken I found his strangeness compelling...something to write and document in my new novel. I've started the prologue, yeah that's how far I'd gotten...which is to say not very far indeed.
Goodnight, sweet dreams, amen.
We tore into a box of freshly bought Samuel Adams. My girlfriend was amazed that someone could keep up with me in terms of beer consumption. She even thought a 12 case was excessive. I promptly informed her that a mere 12 might not be sufficient for these two Super Saiyjins...and it wasn't really. However, his wife decided to end his drinking for the night.
He was telling me about his having visited a former friend of ours...well I can't ever rightfully call him a friend because I honestly despise this little fucktard. His name's Ken, and I honestly hate the bastard...for good reason too. I swear Hank can make me want to pull my hair out by the roots...you'd think someone has learned their lesson after years of constantly trying to warn them!
Ken's a mindless fool, a inconsolable inconsiderate prick, and the cheapest stingiest greediest bastard I've ever known. I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating but really, you couldn't even imagine what a unrepentant dumbshit this guy is. Well, just hearing about the diaper stain made me reel and put a nasty feeling of disgust in me. All of those memories of that scumbag resurfaced. Memories I'd rather have had erased via hypnosis or a lobotomy. I hope, and pray that Hank has learned his lesson from all of this. Deep down it silently infuriated me that he'd driven 6 hrs downstate to hang with a member of our former posse who was always a self serving sycophantic cretin and yet couldn't even call me up every so often. I always wondered was I so easily forgotten and overlooked even by those I'd always wanted to be a part of my mundane existence? It's not like I loved or even liked many of my so-called friends. Most of them were anything but interesting to me...even so, you might say that I sort of invested false hopes and misplaced loyalties in most of them. But Hank and I went through thick and thin, and many adventures shared together.
Back to Ken. Hank told me that when he went down there to Springfield (IL) that the guy not only hadn't changed at all, but he corrupted his once cool wife Nichole into being more like himself which is to say highly unlikable. He even shaved his head bald and became a damned Mormon! Not that I really give a damn if he converted into that religion, but it seemed insanely weird as to defy description. As if it could get any weirder, he lied to relatives saying that his son was the one getting baptized when it was really for himself. His attitude was inhospitable, and to put it bluntly intolerably rude to the core. Imagine you go to visit someone and they wouldn't even offer you tea or coffee, much less anything else...and when you asked they were so disgustingly ghetto as to penny pinch on the amount of say cream they'd insert into your coffee.
How strange he was, this Ken fool. And only Hank, bless his maddening soul was the only mortal in this world who could abide such a fag like Ken.
Don't get me wrong, I'm the least judgmental person around. I mean yeah I got standards and I disavow people who fall short of them but that's only being selective. Is that so wrong? Those standards are there to protect me, and those that I associate with as well. If they don't represent then they don't deserve to be a part of my life. I value quality, not quantity. Can't step up then step the fuck out of my life! Like the Govenator says in Eraser: You've just been erased.
Anyways, besides my deep dislike for Ken I found his strangeness compelling...something to write and document in my new novel. I've started the prologue, yeah that's how far I'd gotten...which is to say not very far indeed.
Goodnight, sweet dreams, amen.
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