Looks like one of those days

Hello, old friend. No don't give that line where you insist we're not friends; that you've got high standards and too busy a schedule. Don't come with endless lists of why in your tumultuous existence there is no place to even consider mine as being anything relevant or worthy of note. Denial doesn't make reality—especially a harsh one like this—go away. You might refuse to accept the fact I'm here standing next to you all you want—nice spot, by the way. I'm slightly partial to stone benches in small parks—but you are still listening to every single word I'm saying, even if you most definitely rather not to.

No. You can't just shut me up. It doesn't work that way. You know full well that it's all part of the deal, and foul moods notwithstanding, you don't get to pick what's real and

 what isn't.

I guess you got screwed that way… alright, doubly-screwed and royally so.

But I know you don't need to be reminded that you knew full well what you were getting into when you accepted my proposal. So, having put that out of the way… tell me, Samael, what you've been up to and how was your week, my friend?