June 09, 2008

Saturday afternoon

I sat down with my back to the wall. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from this, but all my senses were telling me it wasn’t going to be good. The time was now that it had to end. I told him that I would meet him there at 1:30, I got there at 1:15 to get the good seat. I was sure he was going to attempt to control the entire meeting, and I wasn’t let down. He walked through the door with the usual squint-eyed arrogance he carried, looked around until he found me and headed my way. He laughed, the all knowing sound just loud enough for me alone to hear as he told me he thought I would be early so I could face him as he came in. He told me that I was predictable that way. Then came the usual sigh of boredom as he ordered a drink from the waitress, along with the usual eye lock on her ass as she left the table to fetch his alcohol. He was predictable that way. He lit a cigarette, knowing that the bar bitch would come around and ask him to put it out, since the new law went in to effect just a few weeks ago. It was the attention that he craved, not the nicotine. There she was within just a few seconds asking him to put it out. He rubbed it into the table, as I figured he would, just to leave his mark on property that didn’t belong to him. Looking bored he asked me what the fuck all this was about and what I thought to gain from this meeting. Meeting was said with as much sarcasm as a human can muster. All I could hear was the rush of blood as my heart beat against my thoughts of the actions to follow. I had rehearsed many lines to this question and some of them were actually pretty good. Now that the time to use them was upon me, I didn’t feel that I could justify wasting my breath on a piece of shit like this. I stared at him and waited for him to speak again. He stared back with a grin that told me that I looked uncomfortable. That was always the problem, I could never be relaxed enough to succeed in any endeavor I thought about pursuing. I wasn’t going to let that happen this time. Inner peace came to me in the way of a child laughing on the other side of the place; it was then that I remembered the reason for this afternoon’s meeting. A smile broke across my face that seemed to unsettle the prick. A small look of confusion hit him that vanished just as quickly. He threw his eyes from upper right to lower left, cocked an eyebrow, and let out another sigh as he leaned forward and asked me what I wanted. It was an attempt to make me feel as if I was interrupting a full Saturday afternoon schedule. These tactics were the usual swipes he tried but I was too used to it, so it did not have his desired affect. The rush of thought that followed his question rode in with a series of images flashing in my head of all that had taken place between us, ending with his actions of Thursday night. I leaned forward as I stood up, barely able to control my breathing, but managing all the same. Walking around the edge of the table I leaned down to give him his answer, “Nothing.” I then took a step away from him, turned to see his look of complete confusion, I couldn’t help but grin as the hole appeared in his head, a small smudge of paint materializing from nowhere. Damn, this was easier than I thought. Not A single person moved as I left. When I started the car I realized that peace was at last mine to enjoy.

2 comments:

Jules said...

Next installment please...

Anonymous said...

Don't Hate.