3 March 2013
He claims two be dead inside he yaps about it everyday today it's over coffee I listen and roll my eyes
he wants me two get it two really, really get it, I tell him "I get it" he perks up and says "really?"
I smile and say "yeah, really" on he talks about his dead soul he asks me questions like, how did I know
"your breath" he now looks puzzled with a look of duh on my face I say "it stinks"
apparently I have offended someone who is dead inside which really doesn't make sense to me, I let him get all cocky and defend himself he got huffy, he made noises like a swan
when he was done and sipping his coffee I simply said "dead people don't defend themselves you got angry, someone dead inside would have been more docile sometimes you got to get angry, to feel alive"
he looked at me over the top of his mug I saw a smile, well, more of a smirk we paid for our coffee, walked around town for a bit we were saying our goodbyes when he handed me a mint
Over Coffee • Opuss № I