Ooooh, again with the friends being not-friends blah blah runaround thing. Jimmy has been on a character decline for the last few years and I held faith that he could rocket right back up from it – that is, until I found out that a couple years ago he got lonely and called up my whore-exgirlfriend and met up with her in an engagement which may or may not have ended in sexual relations (J denys, but Wheeler accidentally said otherwise, though refused to comment on it further after he was caught).
The reason we can’t have this is not because I give a damn about Skank MacGruber over there or that a friend may have hit that after me — please. The reason this is an offense receiving a sentence of life in The Box is the non-disclosure and the sickening betrayal. If you want a turn on the town bicycle that Richard is enemies with, you have to do two obvious and easy things: 1) fkking not do it in secret and keep it a secret for years afterward and 2) not be you. more difficult, i admit, but not my problem. those are the fucking rules. if you wanna bang a whore that a friend was scorned by, you have to wear a fake mustache or a fat suit or something that gives you a new identity. otherwise you’re announcing to the enemy that you’re really on their side, and if you’re on their side, then you can’t be on my side, so fuck off and goodbye. The other option I guess could have been to hit it and then go on the attack afterward on a humiliation campaign (Evil Ryan and I had a deal like that with one of his ex’s but he changed his mind and asked me not to at the last minute).
So a behavioral decline that makes you way less cool as time grows, I can handle, and a completely indefensible betrayal that you may have panicked on and tried to cover up or whatever – maybe. But not both. both spell death. and now I don’t like Jimmy anymore.
ooo. drama
Unfortunately, when people get douchie, they don’t often heal from it. The douche disease is usually terminal, going into remission sometimes, but resurfacing at the most inconvenient of times.
I always think they’ll come back from it when a friend is afflicted. but they never come back. Once they’re gone, they stay gone. I’m bored with waiting to see if Jimmy will not be a douche anymore so I’m gonna go ahead and in melodramatically pronounce him dead to Richardland. Miracles can happen and resurrections are possible, but unlikely.
The only person to swing in and out of my good graces is Wheeler and it’s not for any good reasons. For one, he never makes a clean break with any one instance – he just builds up a character deficit of being a jerk and a tool and I peace-out on being his friend and cut his ass off. But then he always finds his way back to not being an ass and/or useless piece of shit to me somehow and we’re cool again.
Which is the same with all the dumb whores and soulless freaks I’ve swung in and out of contact with in California. One might ask how its fair that I keep them around even though I hate them, but people like poor JimBu turn to the douche-side and get the guillotine. The answer is that I always hated the dumb whores. Just like Wheeler: he’s got a lower standard since he’s always been a kind of useless terd, so really all he has to manage is not being a jerk and not crossing the line into seriously-useless-waste that deserves no respect, and he can usually balance it. So yes, a lot of the come-back equation has to do with your previous standing, which may not be fair, but neither is the 16th level of Super Mario Bros, and we all still played that and liked it. People like Jimmy get harsher treatment because they’re held to higher standards that they’ve made for themselves. And don’t be an asshole and take that the wrong way – the way where you assume that no one can make mistakes or be human or any of that bullshit.
I’m putting Jimmy down only cuz I like him so much. It’s like Old Yeller: you share bonding experiences with someone and, sure you both change and grow, but then one of you starts growlin n tryin to bite? That’s a deal breaker… It doesn’t change your love for them. You just acknowledge that you have to take them out back and shoot them in the god damn head. because its the right thing to do.
