octagonman
The water was full of minerals. Visible. I could see them floating in the water. My eyesight had been enhanced beyond any normal human. I could see deep into the water, the collection of atoms, minerals, bonds. Hydrogen and oxygen combining to form odd nourishment. Even the creatures that lived in the water were visible to my eyes.
I suppose he just supposed I had done it. No, I had not slept with his girlfriend, but I suppose I can understand why he would think I had. She was supposed to tell him we hadn't, but how often do people really do what they are supposed to do, right? I'd suppose it is less often then they should.
We sat at the booth together, for what I was assuming would be the last time. "Gin and tonic, please." I said to the bartender. "Just water for me, Al. Thanks." She said, with a look of exasperation on her face. Actually, it was only what I could assume was exasperation when I looked at her, considering she never looked me directly in the face. The bartender walked away to get our drinks."I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this to yourself anymore, to us. It's just to much for me to handle at this point." Her voice was quivered with a rehearsed speech. "Fine." "Fine?" She asked me. "Yes, fine. But when I finish, you know you'll be the one thanking me."
I got up from the booth and left as the bartender returned with my gin and tonic.
I’ve never liked pretzels. They’re salty, dry and, surprising to some, entirely tasteless. I can’t stand the texture of pretzels and I can’t stand the people who can. In all likelihood, they’re salty… dry… and not surprisingly, tasteless. What makes it worse, pretzel lovers never keep their pretzel opinions to themselves. They enjoy the finer cogitations on pretzels and are always willing to relinquish those opinions on others in a heated debate. Yes, I’d even go so far as saying the average pretzel gourmand is closer to a parasite than a normal human being – although some naysayers would consider any human a parasite, no one is worse than those that enjoy pretzels.
My dad got mad at me once, when I walked in wearing eyeliner. I didn't think he would ever understand, and I still don't believe he would. The girls thought it brought out my eyes, but the men thought it was gay. I guess I can see where both sides were coming from.
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