Every D Day

Cute kid. Crash haha... Crash again, that's it kid, kill the fuckers. GI Joe ain't what it used to be hm? I'm with you on that one. Haha.. Right over his head.

"So are you educating kiddo there to become a truck driving killer machine, big sis?"
"Whatever serial killer aptitudes he might have I'm sure he got them from his uncle."

She looks damn tired. But there's a calmness to it. Don't know how she does it.. Uhh cake..

"Can I?"
"Of course."

Large, not so large, larger than that, yeah that's fine.

"Anyway, I could never do a great serial killer."
"I don't know Carl, you've done a lot of weird girls."
"Ha ha.. Hilarious stuff sis. But that subject actually has a lot to do with it. I was never good with sticking with anything. I'd be on top of a building not knowing whose head I'd like better to see squashed on the pavement."
"Yeah, haha.. Or as soon as you knocked one out, you'd realize her friend was probably a better victim. You'd be the only first stage serial killer. You'd knock them all out, perhaps even strap them to a chair or something and just leave them there."
"Haha good one.."

What.. wait..

"Was that one directed at my sexual life again?"
"Do you have any other life?"

She's joking but I can detect something else. Kid, run her over. This has to be about Dina. Kid, do it now!

"Honey, no running mummy over, you might hurt her. You don't want to hurt mummy do you?"

Do it kid do it! Mental powers act now! Oh darn, that's not fair, give him back his truck..

"Are you pissed because I had a thing with Dina?"
"And by thing you mean sex."

Oh fuck it, I knew it. I knew it.

"It was a pretty shitty thing to do. You knew she had a lot going on."
"Hold on hold on. It's like you're saying I took advantage."
"You know what I'm saying. You're not stupid. You know perfectly well the last thing she needed was a night of affection with someone like you."
"That's nice."
"You know what I mean."

Yeah yeah, you're Miss perfect and I'm Mister fuck up. Don't really know what I'm doing with my life and all that bullshit.

"Look, I didn't go after her. She came to me."
"Oh come on Carl. You know perfectly well what you do when you do what you do."

Oh for fuck's sake. She wanted to get laid and so she did, big fucking deal.

"Are you flirting with me big sis?"

Oh great lord of tomfoolery.. hit it.. hit it.. come on.. chuckle..

"Are you getting uncomfortable now?"
"What? No come on, it was just a joke."
"Right. Whatever, it's your life, just try and be more aware that your life actually coincides with other peoples lives at some point."

Blah blah blah.. Always the same shit. I'm just a selfish over grown infant and all that jazz. I don't even know why I came here today in the first place. Cake is good though. I must be a fucking masochist. Yeah, just helped fucking up her friend's mind (and not only) a little further so why not go see if it really landed. Fucking silence. What was I suppose to do? In fact, if I had said no, then it would just add up to yet another rejection in Dina's life. Another failure. Why don't you see it that way sis? Hm? Fuck.. I really must love these trips down guilt road. Fucking silence.

"Right, I'm gonna go then."
"Okay Carl, thanks for the visit."
"Yeah, sure. Take care. My regards to Richard"
"I'll tell him. Maybe you can come next weekend and have dinner with us."

Right..

"Hm, definitely, I'll see if I'm free and give you a ring."
"Okay then little brother, fare thee well."
"Yeah, bye sis. Bye there little man."

Poor kid. Fucked up species you've chosen to try and make your way into this world. You should have tried being a Panda. At least you'd get dumb humans feeding you and even getting you laid all the time. None of this bullshit.

Damn, it got cold. I'm still walking home though. Dry cold versus sweaty hot bus is a no contest.

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.. First her friends, then her brother. Always the same. Why is it that the longer people know you, the less they seem to worry about you? She assumes so much. Yeah I just fucked her and that's it. It's what I've always done. It's what I am. What if I like her? What if I'm in a rut myself? What if a thousand other reasons? Yeah, that just fits in with Carl's usual behavior. Ever considered asking me how I'm doing? People grow old and all they start caring about is what you did or not do. They don't ponder about the whys anymore. We get so fucking pragmatic. Yeah, he fucked her and then ran for his life the next morning cause you know, that's what he is. He is his facts. Oh bullshit. When we're teens all we care about is the reason. And we come up with so many. The ever believers. Oh there must be a reason for him to treat me like shit. Oh yeah she did fuck my brother but I'm sure she was just having troubles dealing with my virility. Ha.. And then we turn into these cynic machines, we pass judgment so quickly. As cruel as children can be.