F_CK U
As I open the door to the bar I see instantly something's wrong with my buddy.
"What's eating up your mind?" I ask while I let my sore body plop down on the old wooden bank in the corner, which creaks everytime I shift my weight.
I front of him is an already half- empty bottle of beer- and yeah, I'm the half- empty, not the half- full type of guy. 2
He takes another gulp and slams it down on the table. "I saw that stupid guy driving down town with the girl I love and they can kiss themselves where the moon doesn't shine."
Ah- that gold digger girl. "You were a fool to fall in love with her. I mean, come on! She broke up with you 'cause you can't afford a Ferrari."
The waitress came and we both ordered a beer. The evening went on and he went on about that gold digger. "Being with that ass ain't cheap." he slurred or "I'm really sorry for that fool who's gonna fall in love with her."
I just grimaced a let the cool beer caress my throat while I stretched out my limbs.
"If you have so much to say about her, then write it down."
"You mean a diary or what?" My buddy looked up as I was a ghost. "Who as an adult man writes a diary?" he asked.
"I didn't say that, but couldn't be the worst thing. Or just write it down without a diary or write a song about it whatever. The only important thing is that we don't talk about her the whole night, okay? Tomorrow is my only day of this week and I want to have fun right now."
"Yeah, as if I write a song. But hey , maybe I write a song- get famous and then she'll come back, begging for my love while I'm busy figuiring out how much money I could spend in one day."
I chuckled. "Good one, but until now- you should just figure out how much beer you could drink at one evening."
Inspiration Song: F♥CK YOU Cee-Lo Green