Hi. Yes, it’s you again. We seem to meet pretty often don’t we? Too often for my liking, but hey, this is Brussels and that happens here a lot. What a happy coincidence that I need to take a train at 7 am, and you just happen to be wandering the train station at that VERY moment, clearly off your head from a night out on God knows what drug, or combination of drugs. Who the hell wanders the train station at that hour when they don’t have a train to catch?
Anyway, like I told you, I’m in a very very bad mood, and no offense, but I don’t want to talk to you. No, really, go away. I’ll say it louder, GO AWAY.
Okay, so you won’t go away. Then please don’t talk to me? No?
Look, I know we knew some people in common, but those people are LONG gone from my life thank goodness, and I was kind of hoping that you would go along with them. You see, I never liked you. You’re the creepiest person I’ve ever met, and I told you all of this in the last letter I wrote after we met. And I used to beg people not to bring you around, cuz seriously dude, you need help. And I don’t need you creeping around in my life anymore.
OK, you’re still here. And you’re still talking to me. No, I don’t want your weed, and what the fuck is that red shit all over your teeth? It makes you look like a vampire on crack when you smile at me, so please take a large step back, preferrably close to the edge of the platform.
OK, here’s my train, I’m going now. It was fun chatting, thanks for not leaving me alone when I asked you to, and fuck I hope we never meet again.
Now please stop tapping on the train window. People might think I know you.
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