Two weeks ago I went to do my hair.
My girlfriend, with salon at home,
She calls me every few weeks:
I am at home.
I know she wants to talk.
This time she is cutting my hair and every second having a heart attack.
I already feel fat, now my all hair fucked, raining outside,
Kind of goes together I guess.
Then she is on her knees:
Please go with me?
She is going to court for divorce.
For me, its not a big deal, I have seen it,
studied it in the university, worked with it.
We are talking,
You go, we go, fine.
She is going on with her story.
Asking me if it hurts lying on the ground,
All those thoughts, well planned.
I said, forget about that splat,
Think what you are going to do in hell, that would be forever.
She is thinking: so he would get everything?
Yes.
Thinking again.
Last year she called me in the evening:
Do you want to have a walk at Jane and Finch.
Everyone who lives in Ontario knows these streets.
Getto, criminal area, you can get anything.
We are walking, understanding eyes, but no.
After talking, joking, drinking from a bottle had no idea what, walking home all night,
We forgot where we parked the car, she changed her mind.
Now, thats the last peace of cake.
We went together yesterday, and its over.
She is fine, and I have a vacation:)
