Mec, you bastard, I never thought I'd have to dedicate a post to you. It's been months since I posted anything on my blog, but today I thought I should.I lost count of the number of times we were drunk together. Drinking never seemed to be what you did best. You were always out well before us, and we'd take you back home. You always managed to say a few words of thanks, before passing out again. The following day, you'd be there, by the beach, smiling.I never really found anything bad with you. You should be awarded Flic-en-Flac's nicest guy. It was fun when you were around, even if you never really said much. You just smiled. And sometimes you'd laugh at silly jokes. It's weird but I never heard you say anything bad against anyone.I took that pic of you during the good days. D'you remember that day, Mec? We all spent the whole of Saturday together, and even if we got kicked off Ahmed's chairs afterwards, we were still laughing. The next day, you were telling me about your girlfriend and why she left you. I'm sorry about her mec. She knows what she missed, I'm sure about that.Mec, the good days are gone man. They won't ever come back. Mec, you died, and the good days are gone. You kicked the bucket at the age of 26. Mec you knew, didn't you? That's why you were getting quieter, day after day? And that picture, how could I know it would be the last picture of you? I could never know Mec. Had I known, I'd never have left your bedside last time. I'd talk to you, made you laugh a little bit more.Mec, I miss you, it's bad.
I just don't know how to say it - so I'm going to flatly write it out: I left Flic-En-Flac and am now living in Quatre-Bornes. This won't change much in the blog because I still visit Flic-En-Flac from time to time. I still thought it'd be good to tell everybody about it.
We were truly laughing, truly and sincerely content with the conversation. And then she exclaimed: "D'you have a girlfriend?"- "No," says II tried to get serious. I asked her the same.- "Yes, I have many girlfriends!"And we started to laugh again. I wasn't really sure, so I still asked:- But do you have a boyfriend?- Yes... I do.I wanted to fall down from my chair. This is a fucked up world. Are all the 18-25 year olds already taken? Like, all of the good ones? Am I too late or something? I don't really understand which train I missed. This is fucked up.
I'm not too sure if this is my first post from a foreign computer. Writing those words on a different keyboard with a different layout with different sounds: it just feels like I'm cheating on my PC.
Yes, I like this keyboard, and I like the sounds that its keys make. Under a falsely melodious drumming sound, letters, words, sentences and paragraphs appear. I have ceased to look at the keyboard when I type and now I feel that I can only appreciate the sounds that my fingers make when they hit the keys consecutively. Nothing satisfies me more than a keyboard that moans and groans when stroked. A keyboard that I can genly caress and that makes me feel like a real user.
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