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Should be about School Times!
or to be more precis: a very fucking awesome one.
it had everything. cute girls, conversations that ooze of future good friends, etc etc.
whiskey, gin and tonic. in short it was all very good. got home now at 03.19. still going through the events.
in any case, whenst returning home. my ancient rival enemy who made my life hell more than five years ago. the one who helped start the bad circle of my life. caught me at the corner of my street. with spotlights shining on our spot you'd think it was a pricey hollywood movie. but no. a trip back to the past in all it's technicolor glory/horror.
anyways, this is where the gloating begins.
this bastard had picked me as a rival, and back stabbed me as a kid. turned everyone against me etc etc.
and as irony would have it, shit turned on him.
he was now literally on his knees echoing himself over and over of how he should've never backstabbed me. and how weak he was, and strong I had been. and how he regretted it. this is a man who stirred tremendous amounts of shit for me, now in an ocean of regret. karma in a way you wouldn't believe it. gaha.
damn right I'll gloat. but I won't be consumed by it, so no worries. I told him how many times I was at the bring of giving everyone in that school a personal kastration right up. but then continued on the fact that I got out of it. it's beyond even me how schools could even be this violent in sweden, not what you'd expect. but big cities and shunned children have a way of doing that.
oddly enough his littler brother and his friend came up and payed their respect to me. with a poker suitcase in one hand and some meat in the other.
a very strange night.
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fack it, I don't want to see him ever again.
next time call me and i'll do it
despite knowing this city can be violent depending on what crowd you're in, I never thunk he'd roll down the hill and into that place.
the funny thing is that I felt more sympathy than gloat. could be the booze. but I felt sorry for the man. but then again I tired a long time ago from trying to help him.
he had/has no ambitions. and now he wants to join the military or something. "gun down arabs" as he said. sickening, but sad. he dug his own grave.
Why the hell did he have meat?!