This is the third attempt that I have made to post to Google Docs. I’m quite annoyed. Mike’s phone is unavailable since he did not pay his bill. He asked me to send a Lyft because he thinks his paycheck might be in his mailbox, and he did not set up direct deposit.
He texted me on Facebook asking me if I could arrange a Lyft I figured that he needed it right away and so I booked the car right away. The driver showed up, no Mike, driver pulls away, I’m eating $20 for lunch.
Meanwhile, he’s able to post videos on Facebook. I’m quite annoyed with him, very much annoyed with him. Bill is annoyed with him, very much annoyed with him. Bill, Mike, and I must have a conversation about this. It seems that I am being taken for granted.
His priorities are having to post smoking cigar videos on Facebook rather than getting his shit together and getting to what he has to do. I get a voice text saying Oh, you ordered it too soon. I needed it in an hour. Motherfucker if you needed the car in an hour, you should have said I need a car in an hour, but no, you said you needed the car, and I jumped to it, and now I’m eating that $20.
And I’m the stupid mother fucker who even looked into having a round trip since he only needed to run up his steps, check the mailbox, and then get back in the car, but that would have been $50, which would have meant I would have been eating $50. $20 is bad enough, but $50 is insane.
Homeboy is going to have to take the bus from now on because this Lyft nonsense is not going to happen anytime soon again. Yes, I think the whole house of cards that Mike and I built has collapsed upon itself, and it is all for the best. I feel I was taken for granted, perhaps even used, but then again, I allowed myself to be used. There was a physicality to the relationship that does not exist anymore.
Despite all that he’s gone through 12 years behind bars, He’s childlike and in many ways naive in many ways, innocent in many ways. And yet on the other hand, he’s a big slut, so perhaps not so innocent.
But this was the last straw, and that straw had a price tag of $20 on it. I can’t even say I’m sad about the whole situation, perhaps relieved that I will not get so upset or pissed off anymore. Did we match? I thought we did at the beginning, but that match was usually used to let a cigar. Intellectually, not so much; financially, definitely not. Not that I am made of money or have a lot of it, but I did hook him up many a time. And let his thousands of followers online assist him the way I had.
Everything is more complicated. More people, more complications. Mike is complicating things. I don’t like it
He did not pay his phone bill, so he does not have a phone, so he’s not really able to communicate. He asked me to get a Lyft for him, and I did just that. I saw a text saying he would let me know when to send a Lyft, but he sent it after I arranged for the lift.
We just got off the phone after an hour. Things are better; we’re not physically attracted to each other. The guy in his videos is definitely not the guy sitting on my couch, looking at his phone, watching awful videos of police being horrible and people in general behaving badly.
The cool-off period has set in. And I’m fine with it.
We’re still friends, perhaps good friends. He wants to be around for my birthday next week, and I’d like that too. I’m glad he’s not a reader, especially not a reader of this here blog.