Всё начинается с чьей-либо мечты
a friend of mine gave me a call recently.
asked whether it's ok if he comes to visit.
'you kidding me?', i replied.
'no. i got fired, i sold my motorcycle and i was dishoused by the appartement owner'.
'do you know how much the ticket costs? i'm beyond the seas, beyond the ocean! and you said you had got fired', i said.
'women', he mumbled, 'i also said i'd sold my motorcycle! i need a complete change of scene, Mel. besides i've never been there. and we used to get along perfectly, didn't we?'.
he was right. we did use to get along perfectly. he's like that mike guy from the ugly truth - a womaniser, but at the same time very sensitive in spirit, very understanding and incredibly devoted to these few he cares about. i'm in the very beggining of this list.
he could come over after being dumped by a girl cause of him cheating on her, i'd laugh and we'd have an easy evening with lots of alcohol and silly stories.
i could tell him about my love affairs and he'd make a cheap joke and reduce everything to man's primitive nature and we'd have a long night with crazy sex discussions.
we're so different and so surprisingly easy for each other to be around.
'sure', i agreed, 'and i'd love you to come. but you'd have certain problems with your visa'.
'that's why it's rather convenient to have an uncle in MFA, isn't it?', he laughed.
'right, i forgot about that'.
'so, are you waiting for me?', he continued.
'course i do!', i said honestly.
i really do.

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