somewhere on my way by Anna N. Schnieden (best ebook reader for pc TXT) 📕

appeared to be “Best friends” and they convinced me with their…actions? I had seen…the Best Friends’…performance for quite some time, believed it even. But, when the dark time came for the big sister, the best friend…strong, loving baby sister was on her way like…always somewhere in a speedy way…and no time to…help? After the event, they were in the enforced relationship.

 

 

Another relationship I had seen, which was supposed to be real-life best friends. The best friend number 1 was his best friend’s “Cupid.” However, it was not just an arrow he shot, but he also shot his male genital organ of higher vertebrates into “Hers” after…his best friend and…the-hers…wedding! I was so confused, seriously, is that against human law? Clearly, it is ok with the law of nature…look at hmmm… The Dogs! They ended up in a broken relationship along with bitch, asshole…!

 

The 5 healthy relationships were very cool; they seemed to adjust to each other just fine. I was in the 5 healthy relationships…with Moonlight, of course. She was my best friend and none bio sister, even though we were different in many sentiments, but we were one when it came to humanity. I was thinking about how was our relationship? Was it unstable? We were like…married couple, except we did not do the bedtime story, and…everyone knows, how the marriage life goes!

 

Moonlight was fatherless…more like runaway father, and after Moonlight’s father was gone, her mother became Mr. Johnnie Walker Black Label’s girlfriend. Fortunately, she had grandparents who took care of her when she was little!! As Mr. Johnnie Walker Black Label loved her head so much, her grandmother had to send her to the boarding school for the sake of her future and…her head.

 

And things had gone to…no human being at our boarding school and that led her to the point of, “We have each other, that’s all we need!” She meant me…us! Sometimes, when some disagreements occurred we just fought each other…for fun!

 

“Love is stupid when it comes to a dick! Why do you want to know? The only good thing about falling in love is the fucking…no dick, no fucking, and no thank you.” Moonlight.

 

“Well, how are you gonna get fucked if you don’t fall in love? Many of our friends are falling in love. Don’t see any problem?” Me.

 

 

 

“Yes, let’s see 5 years later, how things go!” Moonlight.

 

 

“Don’t be such a bitch. They seem to love each other.” Me.

 

 

“I’m not. Really, remember the jumping girl. Love does that. If you’re in love, don’t hop out of a building like the jumping girl! I don’t want to see you on another side…looking like…fish in a can that had been thrown….to the ground!” Moonlight.

 

“You just want me to stick my ass with you at all times!” Me.

 

 

“I just say the truth. Have you seen anyone happy…real happiness? Where does the bloody love go? We’re the fucking living proof. You’re an idiot. You want to know everything. Go on, fucking in love and leave me alone, would you?” Moonlight.

 

“Hey, I’ll never leave you alone no matter what. Hey, I know it’s hard, but Moony, I’d want you to try. We aren’t dumb! We just have to love someone good. It’s not going to be easy…as you’re right. But, just try. Out there, I’m sure there is someone who shares the same pains.” Me.

 

“Why the hell do I want to do that? I don’t need a man to have a dick?” Moonlight.

 

“Because Moony, if something happens to me I want you to have someone. Some nice…dick would be…cool huh?!” Me.

 

“You’re always with me even when you’re not. Every time, when I miss you I just…go crazy like…you!!! Did I tell you? We have each other, that’s all we need! The rest of everything is just a path and shits. Just so you know, most of ‘They share the same pains’ are serial killers. You and I haven’t killed anything yet…Does not mean we are not going to! You’re in particular…crazier than before. Do you know?” Moonlight.

 

 

 

“Bitch!!!” Me.

 

 

It was always us and I hope she is waiting…

 

 

Something was upsetting my residents…in my brain…which I had never thought of…hearing it! Mr. A+, my senior from art school, who I had not seen since he was out of school for his family business. I met him again at Mr. Moody Be Good’s place. He was so excited to see me, but when I told him I was a professor, his action was turning to something…a feeling of discontented longing aroused by my possession of being a professor!

 

“Bitch is getting good, don’t you think A+?” Mr. Moody Be Good.

 

 

“Hoy, teaching is easy.” Mr. A+.

 

 

“Yes, you can say that huh! How about you? How are shits?” Me.

 

 

“Oh, good, except my parents died 6 years ago in a very short time apart.” Mr. A+.

 

“Yes, I forgot to tell you.” Mr. Moody Be Good.

 

 

“Oh, shit…I’m sorry for your loss. What happened, if I may ask?” Me.

 

 

“Oh, cancer. They spent all the money and mortgaged my house. Fucking shit, left me nothing!” Mr. A+.

 

I did not have loving parents who built me a photo shop or bought me a car. I did not know how it felt like to have parents…like his. But, Mr. Lunatic and Ms. Conscience once again, became a best friend for…diehard mission, and they made me say,

 

 

“Wooh, wait…my brain froze…hoo…It’s your house…huh? I thought it was theirs? Never mind. And where the hell is your photo shop?” Me.

 

“I sold it. I needed money. Now I’ve nothing. My wife gives me 200 baht per day. Very suck! Bitch never calls when I’m not home, checking on me if I’m still alive. You know.” Mr. A+.

 

“Wow, sounds pretty sad. I feel sorry…really! Hey, do you like mirrors?” Me.

 

 

“Yes, everyone uses it. Why???” Mr. A+.

 

 

“Well, maybe you’d look at it more. And I fully agree that 200 baht per day isn’t enough, especially for you! Maybe, a woman’s skirt isn’t a good place to hang on. It’s kind of slippery…women’s clothing…hmm.” Me.

 

So, after the conversations, Mr. Moody Be Good and Mr. A+ were in an unstable relationship…I must have said something wrong, my poor Mr. Moody Be Good, he was…sort of quiet for all the conversations…it was not like him, to be a quiet man! However, Mr. Moody Be Good did say, “Let’s not see him more shall we?” Ahuh!

 

More I had seen…feel like I was living in the middle of a natural instinctive state of…mindless deriving from irresistible relationships!

 

“My dad never has time for me. Every time, I talk to him, he just gives me some money!” Girl 1.

 

The Girl 1’s daddy was working…more work…after the divorce cost him

$$$$…whatever. He also had his personal life to deal with…Men’s Things! And in my own…eyeballs, he was just fine, as a parent. Although, I thought he was not a type of parenthood, but he did what he knew…and he was fair. I would have been happy ever after on my way if I had him, as a father. Shit, I wanted to do many things I could not afford… like, flying (birdy tattoo did not work!) or car racing hmm…guns, shooting? Whatever!

 

 

“When I die, I’m going to give my son $1 in my will. Ha ha!” Parent 1.

 

 

The Parent 1 divorced his wife in an angry way, however, they had a son who was damaged…inside…his skull, since he was too little to understand what the bloody war was between the 2 of them…who chose to fuck. And of course, fucking makes babies! The war led the little innocent boy to be an ass man…sometimes. And the hatred of his father that had been planted in his brain from his mother…since forever…led him to be the one who is going to give his daddy a new name, which is likely to Mr. A+’s parents…“Fuckshit!” when the will is opened!

 

Actually, I did say something to the daddy’s…friend,

 

 

“Really, he wants to move to heaven with the Fuck words behind his back…not sure how long it’d go on.” Me.

 

That is how the community’s relationships are extremely unstable…I had seen those…relation-shits over and over in many places and of course, my own family. To be honest, I have no idea where to start, if I wanted to do something about…the shits. Some of them made me…feel like, “Thank Goodness, I don’t have parents!” I saw a mother…dripping hot water on her 6-year-old son’s hand for his punishment of…whatever the fuck it was! I tried to come with…again a plan, “How can I cause physical pain or injury to someone I’m supposed to Love And Protect?”

 

How can we fix someone who refuses to cooperate, especially in human law and nature? How can we fix something that is already broken since coming into existence? The relationship is the way in which people are connected in the state of human development, isn’t it?

 

When I was pretending to be a local in Amsterdam, I had to do some research, which helps a lot for being a pretender. However, I have to say some pretenders did not do any research at all, for example, “Oh, my stomach ALWAYS hurts” while her one hand was on her quite large lower belly…I had

 

 

to correct her hand…to the exact stomach’s location. Or maybe, she needed to poop? Oh, that was why!

 

 

 

Anyway, the locals in Amsterdam were…I was not sure what was really going on? Lots and lots of tourists, money keeps coming, and it seems to have a lot of jobs, but the locals did not seem to be…happy ever after…somehow! So, Mr. Lunatic agreed that we needed to investigate this…shit! I went to the coffee shops…bought some weed. Well, it was a good plan and it was not about doing drugs! Weed lovers are smiling people and easy to talk to, so it was a good plan! I was sitting alone at one of the empty tables; a young man dumped his ass at my table and asked if he could join me! I was a bit…concerned…not sure if he was a civil force! I thought, “Shit…a lot of empty tables…huh…am I going to sit in jail?” Well, my research said that it is ok…with the weed! However, he started smoking…cool. I came up with a plan that had gotten me to know them…the locals, a little, and their unhappiness. As he was a local government’s employee…so cool, I was right to the source, ha.

 

Turns out the taxes are so high along with everything else, while the economy incomes are still low! And I think a few people who were happy, were shop’s owners, unlike in Jamaica, Moonlight and I had more fun! But we did not do the weed because of so many warnings. Before my thought went too far the young man said,

 

“Hey, do you want to come back here again in the evening? I can take you to another place. They play cinema movies. It’s a very nice place.” The young man.

 

“Oh! …Hmm, I would love to, but…here is the thing. I escaped from my serial killer lover. Who chops people for a living…I need to go back to my…jail soon and jump into my shower room before he comes back from town. Otherwise, I’ll be a…body part tomorrow!” Me. (Weed is forbidden at home!)

 

“Are you joking right?” The young man.

 

 

“Hmm…the serial killer was a joke, but the chop people for a living wasn’t!” Me.

 

I was not sure why, but he left in a hurry! Anyway, I was thinking maybe because of the economic problems and things getting very expensive, money changes people…a lot.

 

I met a lawyer who came to Chiang Mai for the miracle monk…ghost shit, helping the old lady who I met on my…A Miracle Hunt! The lawyer taught me that sometimes, good people did bad things because of money. “When money is a trouble, it changes people.” I had never thought of how I handled my situations. All I was doing…was to feed my workers and…me…surviving…I am still a poor little shit.

 

I was thinking about the 2 sisters, Best Friend, money seemed more