So I bumped into a hot chick from High School


“On the gathering storm comes a tall handsome man, in a dusty black coat with a red right hand…”

I know you. You think you should have done better, but you introduce yourself with a pride in ownership of your life that is less than compensation for your evils.
You hurt people. You don’t care anymore. You’re not as attractive as you used to be… The evidence against you is piling up. You’re attached to people now, more literally than when you were young. Now there are people you can’t shake. People you hate. People who hate you. In between the forced conversation and smiles are jagged jabs that describe the dynamic of your relationships.
I smile at you because I remember when YOU doubted ME. When you insulted me for my way of life. And now, so easily, I can look at you and share the unspoken knowledge that you have fallen and I have not – and while I might never be “successful”, I have already been more successful than you.

I know that you would ask me for help if your pride would let you. I know that it won’t. I know that if you did ask me, I would take your hand and whisper “No.”.

I am happy today.

There’s no smiley that captures it, so just imagine I have an devilishly evil grin right now.

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