Of Nukes and Girlfriends

Of Nukes and Girlfriends

Posted by A Great Liar

It’s been six years since I last met her. And the question was a long time coming.

‘Where have you been, Lev?’ She asked, her eyes never leaving me.

Where else? I wondered. But drunk in mindless abstinence and faithless despair.

I stammered back. ‘Well, I got kinda religious, and grew a beard. My priorities changed. You know, one of those things.’

‘Overnight?’ She asked. ‘I find it hard to believe. You were such a party animal, hon.’

‘Well, yea’. I replied. ‘Kind of. I wanted to blast all the liberals to hell, or tie a nuke up my ass and jump from the Empire State Building.’ Paused. ‘Like I said, my priorities changed.’

‘I can tell’. She frowned. ‘But why the Empire State’?

I answered. ‘Because that’s the only one they have got left. And also because we didn’t really have a realistic shot at the Statue of Liberty, it would always be too risky.’

‘And now’? She asked.

‘And now I want most of them to hang around for a while. Take a more natural course.’ I shrugged. ‘It’s only fair.’

She didn’t think it was funny and looked away, her trembling hands negotiated with the cigarette that smelled of weed.

Curious, I asked. ‘What is this stuff anyway?’

‘Funny, you of all people should ask that. Six years ain’t that long.’ She laughed. ‘The usual stuff we used to devour at the parties. What else?’

Yea, what else. I wondered.

As the dense smoke began to swirl around me, enveloping me in all its haze and glory, I realized how different she looked, sexy in an obscure way I couldn’t exactly fathom, but merely sit back and appreciate her ashen beauty, the pale countenance and decayed lips.

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