This morning Gabriel came over and brought about two thousand flyer with him. His girfriend’s cat escaped two days ago, and they try to find him this way, too. A male cat escapes in the spring, how nonsensical. 🙂
‘He just asks a pretty pussycat out on date, tell Ria to calm down’, I said. ‘Sorry to break your bubble, but cats are faithless little pricks, so if you’d like a four-legged friend, get a dog.’
‘I said exactly these words to her, but she was crying all night. I have to find that damn thing. Or at least act that I’m searching. By the way, what’s up with your kinky tom-cat?’, he asked, then grabbed my guitar and tried to play an A-minor. I wondered how he got to know about Peter. Aaand also found out that he is the worst guitar player I’ve ever met.
‘He wants a startover, bury the hatchet, and so on. I don’t. Story ends.’
‘Jesus…?’
‘Do you think I should pray?’
‘No, I meant him with that tomcat wittiness.’
LOL.
‘Oh, sorry. I thought of another knight of mine.
‘They must be an army.’
‘Haha. That God guy was a dirty little trap from you. Shame on you.’
‘He liked you.’
I am sure about it.
‘Twisted taste… not my cup of tea’, I Â answered.
Gabriel sighted.
‘You are complicated, aren’t you?’, he asked and did something terrible with my poor guitar, ’cause it screamed out painfully. I toke it away from him. He shot a sullen glance at me, then shrugged his shoulder, and toke a fresh Metal Hammer out of his bag.
‘Page 32. It may change your mind. I have to go now. Please, don’t forget these damn flyers.’
‘I will spam the whole university in your old-school style, I promise.’
After he had left I opened the magazine at page 32. I found a pic of a handsome Jesus there with his little companion. It turned out that he is the frontman of a quite popular metal band. Popular enough to feel myself fucking stupid ’cause I’ve never even heard about it.
I am so good at making a fool of myself.
By the way, if you meet a green-eyed, black cat called Benji, who misses his owner, leave a comment.
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