Worst Friend Ever

30 Jan

Fifteen years ago. You gazed into my eyes and asked me if I’d ever felt destined to meet someone

Somewhat later on: you were drunk and told me you felt people needed more snuggling.

A little later on I noted you getting all hot with a visitor. Interesting. You had your guy stuff at each other.

Okay. No problem at all.

Then a few years later a different manager was after your ass. 

You played her gently. 


You ran me off.

Michael, you’re still trying to keep in touch with me and blame me for everything because Miep is of course insane.

I’m bored of this. 

I love you. I want you to be happy.

So can you just go work on doing this without me?

I’m really tired.


3 Responses to “Worst Friend Ever”

  1. Miep 2014/01/30 at 6:51 am #


  2. Miep 2014/01/31 at 2:26 am #

    My friends tell me I should cut you loose, Mike.

    They are kind and loving people.

    I will go to my grave sad about you. But my friends are caring in a way that you aren’t.

    Still, I wish you all the best. I wish I could give you my love.

    But I can’t, it won’t work.




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