Being honest- Whitebull on holiday
fao jc (!)
I have to write this, before I explode:)
Something uintentional happened. I'd like to apologise for this. This is a rant.
The story goes-
At the Velvet Lounge I saw you leave the floor with a guy. A bit later I went to the mens.
Logic.
I was in the cubicle next to you. Heard "I'd like to kiss your ass".
"Not here".
I opened the door to leave and saw you. Thats all I saw. I left.
I went for some fresh air. Up by the river on the ways to Blarney. It was really nice. Legs over the bank. One of those moments, when taking in the moment of little, the shape of water, or the shades of dark. Like when I opened the cubicle door and saw you.
You rang.
Out in Ratcoat farm I saw you. Followed by thje toilet guy? I wasn't expecting that. I= dumb.
I sat out on the well. The guy to the side of me started talking. Just so.
About you grabbing his nuts some previous time. He thought you forward. I said he should have punched you. I would have. Anger. Because I wouldn't.I regret I said this.
I've done what you have and worse. Like, alot. Have been the biggest cunt going. Put you in the shade I'm afraid.
I've changed. The reason for writing this is just that. I don't want to walk down another street and coldly glaze over anyone, anymore. No matter how ridiculously brief the acquaintance. So jc, I am humbily exorcising any bad faith I left with you.
Intention.
This is why I hung around that morning, long after being an angry ass. Normally I'd stick this in a diary and forget 'bout it. What's the use of a diary if no one reads it.
If you've gotten this far, thank you for your patience. I've copped on.
Cheers dude