I ran into her at the gas station on Thursday. It seems the punk is still with her. And worthless at that. He was driving her car as she sat in the passenger seat. I had seen him driving it before. My guess is that he doesn't own his own car and probably ruined her fender as well given what a prick driver he is (he cut me off the other day).
Got to see him though. Very typical wannabe tough-guy skater punk type with the cocked baseball cap, dirty dickies, some auto-shop tshirt, and black flys on in less than bright weather. You know, the sort of jerk off that all girls fall for and claim "he's different when we're alone together." Or "you just don't know him like I do." Or "he's just had a bad week..." And everyone tries to convince her otherwise but she just won't have it and goes for years before finally losing it and breaking up with him but never admitting she was wrong type of guy for her. In a true display of class one of his I'm sure many ex-girlfriends was getting gas as well and came over to say hi, only instead of saying hi her method of greeting was "motherfucker!" in the trashy affectionate sense.
I caught a glimpse of her. She looked like a very beautiful, very pregnant girl. You know, the type of pregnant girl who looks like she was meant to have babies. I just filled up and went off on my way. We had seen each other there though, so I sent a polite email that evening saying a belated "hello" and she responded in kind. I was sort of rushed at the time so it made for a viable excuse.
Why do I have to be a caring person? What did I ever do wrong to wind up this way?
I've been living off of single glasses of beer (for the carbs and calories) and an occasional spoonful of wonton soup to survive. I just can't get hungry.
Got to see him though. Very typical wannabe tough-guy skater punk type with the cocked baseball cap, dirty dickies, some auto-shop tshirt, and black flys on in less than bright weather. You know, the sort of jerk off that all girls fall for and claim "he's different when we're alone together." Or "you just don't know him like I do." Or "he's just had a bad week..." And everyone tries to convince her otherwise but she just won't have it and goes for years before finally losing it and breaking up with him but never admitting she was wrong type of guy for her. In a true display of class one of his I'm sure many ex-girlfriends was getting gas as well and came over to say hi, only instead of saying hi her method of greeting was "motherfucker!" in the trashy affectionate sense.
I caught a glimpse of her. She looked like a very beautiful, very pregnant girl. You know, the type of pregnant girl who looks like she was meant to have babies. I just filled up and went off on my way. We had seen each other there though, so I sent a polite email that evening saying a belated "hello" and she responded in kind. I was sort of rushed at the time so it made for a viable excuse.
Why do I have to be a caring person? What did I ever do wrong to wind up this way?
I've been living off of single glasses of beer (for the carbs and calories) and an occasional spoonful of wonton soup to survive. I just can't get hungry.
zwiebel:
hey..that's odd you ran into her at the gas station. where do you live in LA anyway? i think of LA as a very large place, not some place where 4 people who all know each other in different ways are getting gas at the same time! weird!