my blood brother
كتبهاBLACKBOOK ، في 18 يناير 2007 الساعة: 14:24 م
Chapter 2
Dear this pretty nice world
The time goes on down here and here am I standing alone again and again writing this words which’s keep swimming in ma head
These words about my god, my old man, my family, and my friends .
I used to know that time is very important and every moment pass will never back, and I learn that from him. He is different then the rest, we used to share everything together since we where 12 years old, I miss those days when I used to run away with my bike and the air takes me where ever I don’t care , this golden city was different at that time people where different , I used to drive my bike with him all the way to the beach and hear the music from his junk tape player .
All the way we where together and until now we are together no matter what, I remember when we used to meet near our places there was a bakery place and behind it there was a chair for two or three persons we call it our location, in the winter we used to sit down and watch the rain even if it was few but still it was kind of new thing, different, that feeling when the sun become clear after the rain makes me feel it inside my soul. Its my childhood with this man …. Mahdi.
Time goes on and we become older and older he went to the college ,me I didn’t finish my school yet beside that I was lazy man not because I don’t wonna study , but moving from school to school change me a lot that made me do wrong steps in the future
He was cool kind man I don’t know if his kind is exist anymore
And I told him recently that god love you man no matter what because you are the best on in us but maybe in whole city
I remember when we stole some stuff from the bike store and the Iranian gay man caught us .i was young and I didn’t know what to do also there was an ass hole named zyad or something he thought him self a local guy so he is acting like one but what a poor man with a Palestinian half passport and this piece of shit working as a CID the doggy kind of course . Any way this big fat Iranian gay came in the store and close it on me with that piece of shit and try to use the police way with me ,anyway I cried as usual like a baby to run away from this trouble so he asked me about my partner who was him and I couldn’t lie so I told him that its mahdi the guy near my place . he asked for his home number and I give it to him .and he called his father .it was a deep shit for me and him ,after that he asked for my place number so i give it to him but it was wrong and it always gives the busy tone ,after trying for 30 min he let me gone and it was late around 9 pm at night , so my father was angry at me and asking me about , I thought it was the end of the story ,but It was a start ,
Mahdi back to the store and give the guy my real number so the Iranian guy called my father
And told him the story and I don’t think that I would like to remember what happened after that .
In some how this story change me a lot I stay alone for 6 month because my parents thinks that mahdi teach me how to be a thief and it wasn’t right I born to be a professional thief , actually I show my family that I was the victim so they will keep giving me my weekly cash , but in the end we back to hang out together
I know what we did was wrong but we will never replay it again so fuck off the past and lets play a new game around, I just learn to do not cheat my friend again or lie to him because friends are they only space we have it to say who we are and what we think and that cant be done in the family environment .
After 4 years we met rashed or as they say Shikh rashed the rich cool powerful guy , we met him near by MacDonald we where there changing some soft drink covers to get free big mac ..nice its yammmy and free , I don’t know why a man with 24 years old could like in us the 18 years old Syrian very white guy and me the 16- years old Lebanese fat guy with yellow bike ,I keep thinking why ?? its not logical but later on I know it . sometimes u cant judge people from the first or second meeting u need time and that what happened with rashed , he is good and very kind man enter our life me and mahdi never stop helping us every time we fall in a trouble , well what can I say I missed him a lot its 3 months since I saw him last time . in the end I see mahdi different then the rest of my dudes , he is not that idle guy who live his life as he want it , he is very shy and this thing makes me crazy , he always take me with him when he want to refund or return stuff specially clothes and this white ass is in love with clothes and shoes , he likes shopping and spending money more then having an after party with cute white girls and a bottle of whisky (his favorite ) makes him high , his is the kind of the quite person who like to live in his own world with playing cards and shisha .
Its simple to me , I see my friends in my own way , and for every one who think that I m gay I will say simple word (I don’t give a shit ) I m me no matter what ,oops I remember that I stole from mahdi 20 AED to getting a dinner . I have to return it back to him but ummm I don’t think he will remember after 6 years.
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