(Or, The Soundtrack of the Moment)
Okay. I have to say, I hate all these nights that have to go back to an source of happiness turned source of pain. So I have devised a plan that I can go with to collect all that anger and pain and suffering and contemplating on why a beautiful lady would shovel all the bullshit in the world to make a clean getaway leaving me wondering where the F*CK I went wrong..(gasp of air)
First, may we all assume that I have money, I can drive (better), and I have a souped up HumVee with a white leather interior and a bass system that strips paint.
Oh, and follow the music. They're all songs i listened to throughout this whole charade.
I buy a bottle of Goldschlager and any other party favors(AKA extra vices).(No music yet)
I get in my car and start driving to some solitary area in Baguio where ragheads don't brood.(Freak Power - Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out; Sting - Shape of my Heart)
When I get there I stop and get out the car, light a cigarette, and take a few swigs.(Eric Clapton - Blue Eyes Blue; Gino Vanelli - Hurts to be in Love)
I get buzzed. I start walking around the car, trying to appreciate the surroundings... and i keep running my hands through my hair in a frustrated manner.(Pet Shop Boys - What Have I Done to Deserve This; Incognito - A Shade of Blue)
I get tipsy. I take sit on the driver side, leaning back at first...(Everything But the Girl - Letting Love Go)
...and then softly banging my head on the wheel, shedding tears and trying hard to sob like it all just hurts inside.. like hell.(Babyface - What If)
I call my friends. Are they there?(Mike Francis - Survivor)
Yes they are!(Black Eyes Peas - Hands Up)
'Get the f*ck in the car and help me finish this bottle!'(Eve 6 - Anytime)
'JB, Where we going?'..
'iono, just ride with me. See, there's this girl blah blah blah....'(Earth Wind and Fire - Reasons)
(Keep repeating on a daily basis* until mind numbs)
*schedule may change depending on gas prices and cash on hand.
If she reads this, here's something for you - No offense, but please cut the crap and tell me what I should know, if there's anything I should know. If 3 years of friendship meant ANYTHING to you, please understand that all this silence is the big thorn on my side, slowly twisting, painfully creeping in my skin deeper and deeper... because i'm still here, sayin the cool points are out the window, and you got me all twisted up in the game.
Don't forget to laugh at the people below, by the way. Later.