Fuck Bill.

" I'll tell you how it is you little shit " he tried to look me in the eyes but couldn't focus. " You pay too much regard." I was pissed but he was much further. " You give people too much credit! They're not worth it. Not in general anyway. Most of it's sleaze and the rest is lies and deception. And you're in love with it all. I pity you. Asshole!"
He was still trying to fix on my eyes but was all over the place. "See that girl over there......What do you think of her?"
" I think she's gorgeous."
" Asshole; she's probably got three guys on the go and probably hates all of them. You have too much trust in human kind. You're an asshole! You need therapy or guidance. The world isn't black or white you tool, but full of greys with the occasional flash of reds and yellows. Your trouble is that you think too clearly."
He looked like he hadn't been loved for years. He had become hard without becoming bitter. He was a good laugh on a good day. He looked like shit but deep down he was a softy. Passionate neglect.
" Go'n' talk to her. See if I'm wrong."
" I have no desire ..................."
" ASSHOLE. That's your problem. You watch life go by before your eyes but you have no desire. You're a weak little shit." And with that he fell off his stool with a sickening thud. But he was still conscious so I helped him back on to his stool.
"You all right Bill?"
" Sure, I just didn't eat too well today " The affliction of every drunkard. " Go talk to her."
So I did. I walked over to her and her friend and asked them if they would like another drink. They were obviously Muslims, with the head scarfs and all, but they were drinking beer. They accepted! And we talked.
I've been married to Boushra for two and a half years now. And we are not bitter.

Fuck you Bill!!!!!!!!