So,

Hey, glad you came. But, uhm… I know I sort of invited you here, it wasn’t formal or anything, mind you, but you know… So, I feel I owe you an apology since I really have other pressing matters to attend to as well and can’t really serve you as host or hang out with you all night or anything like that, I know some people would be insulted, but you know, you’re not the only one around, as you can see. You should feel free to enjoy yourself, I think, or don’t if you can’t and usually wont, it’s your business… Some do… Anyhow, I’ll try to entertain you when I can, though it somehow seems so cheap, doesn’t it? I mean entertaining… Surely you can think of things to do yourself and don’t need to be catered to like that but… on the other hand, I do know how hard it is to do anything but entertain yourself in these times, might as well call it the onanesque era or these days of constant wanking. And this business of entertaining becomes so disheartening, so passé when the thing you really wanted was something more, dare I say, something purposeful, and of course, it would have to answer to so many questions that’s why most people usually lapse right back to some curious old schpeel of drool and tugging away with it for the ride man, for the ride, just for the hell of it. Problem is, it’s really the hell of it.

But my cousins Randy and Orny are here somewhere, perhaps you can hit it out with them, but if you feel you can’t appreciate their company you might wanna watch out. You wouldn’t believe all the things they come up with just to get your attention… Actually, they’re a lot like me, I mean, breathe in my rhythm and pump blood that has most accurate context, what? They even look like me and there are lots of people here, so don’t feel left out or alone, some of them will want to get to know you and will at least pretend an interest. What are others for when such is the desolation of these shores? Savvy? For now, it’ll have to do that I hope you’ll not be all too offended, I mean there is some tricky meddling going on and you must have supposed I’d narrate you through it, guide you like a good nigger or something and I’m like not here or just around but not attending to the needs I know you have, and now I really have to go and, by the way, if it starts to get messy, just pretend you’re not there, that’s the easy way, you know, none of this has to be real. I really have to go now, might have been nice to get to know you better but if it turns out the way it was meant to, you wont be the same anyhow, you could never be. Ta-ta.