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Who would've guessedSo! Apparently you can go a long way with a baby-face. You can be the biggest mofo you've ever dreamed of. And man. Oh. Oh, he's got success. He's got it going for him. It bothers me. Should've been me. You know, just because I like things being planned ahead, going by the book, doesn't mean I can't have a good time. How was I supposed to know that kind of scheduling was allowed? Like, come on man. But then the Coreneer turned up.Who would've guessed by Giluc
Man to MAN, he did give me some good advice. I'm very fond of that. Tried to follow it, but in the end, it didn't work out to my advantage. A good guy though. AND! Finally - afterall; the day came.
The day. What a day. Everything went smooth. There were times for speaking, times for laughter, times for silence and times for chilling. Two times. Two times was what I got. In retrospect, I don't think it could've gone any different. I must however admit that the SUSPENSE was killing me. What a cliche thing to say. But I don't care, because I'm a rider. I ride hi
One hell of a pig."They're swine. Plain and simple. Not doubting one last bit about what they're saying, where they're going, or what they're going to do. Straight down fucking idiots," he said, not hesitating one bit.One hell of a pig. by Giluc
"But you know how it is. Rules of the trade ("or is it road O_O," he thought to himself) and all that."
I didn't disagree. I didn't disagree at all. He was a man who knew what he was blabbering about.
It was not the fact that he wanted everybody to like it. He knew that not everybody would. But, from a totally objective point of view, not taking in account any prejudices, no nothing, it was pretty rad. And he knew that. Hell, we knew that. But there were these... pigs, swine, in order to choose a term he prefers, who just didn't. He was okay with that. What he was not okay with, was the really non-subtle in-your-face demeaning bullshit that people threw up in the air.
He thought about it for a long time. Held his head up high, but deep down he was broken. Just a little bit. He was good at
Salty Tales of the Sea, Part IIISo this was one of those beach cities without a beach. Now that I think of it, it's probably more of a harbor city. A city filled with rich motherfuckers displaying their yachts, and a huge fish industry going on at the harbor, contaminating the whole area in a two mile radius with that horrible stench. But is it really THAT BAD? Just ask my cousin if you're in doubt - they claim he was brutally murdered by the stink. The creeping smell of fish, a formidable scent - stings the nostrils.Salty Tales of the Sea, Part III by Giluc
But then again, who are THEY? The doctors. The doctors, man. It was their call, I had nothing to do with it.
Coming to think of it, I really must've been stressed out. I had no intention of doing anything productive, but the way he just LOOKED at me... it was stressing, I tell ya! He was getting on my nerves, and I just couldn't help it one single bit.
The water was approaching. Or, one might say, I was approaching the water. This was going to be quite a trip. A journey like no man before me. An adventu
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