Life immitates art?
“I wouldn’t want to cross your path,†he said smiling politely at me. I felt slightly amused by this, intrigued about what kind of power I could possibly possess. I had no idea what he really meant by his words, and even if he truly thought of them to be what he actually wanted to say. Had he been reading me correctly to begin with? Still, I entertained the idea and begged him to continue, to explain and tell me more.
“You just seem to have this ‘don’t fuck with me’ kind of attitudes, you just kind of notice that you shouldn’t be crossed with,’ he explained. I felt my face contort into a look of confusion – I was thinking about this one, trying to decipher the clues. Perhaps I just don’t pay enough attention to the things that I say or do, perhaps I can’t see that I am a hostile person but I sure as hell didn’t feel like one. Not unless provoked, at least. “I’m not really sure what to tell you,†I started, “I don’t feel as though I do anything particularly aggressive, where did you get this idea from, anyway?â€
“Your writing,†he said.
You were provoked by Vittra at 6:04 pm | 2 opinions »
October 3rd, 2006
Who said that?? anyone I know?
and hey… your blog is 2 years old
October 4th, 2006
Someone you know by name, at the very least, Jax.
Oli.