"Another. I have yet to kill one, so that is a silly question." Humor, not my forte but it's always worth a try at least once in a while. Akwardness, now there is something I excel at. Fortunately, but in a very unfortunate way, as with most things in life, just holding back enough, but only after putting in enough force to be somewhat jackass like. That's what the comment is like to me now, looking back at it for this short, short time that I am allowed to look back.
"Well, you know what I mean. Have you ever thought about killing someone?"
This little, abusrd question brought before me now, and for the only time, interestingly enough caught me off guard a bit. Of course, the thought enters a persons mind, often while driving through rush hour traffic on a friday. But then, when that jack ass cuts you off, for that one moment, you would like to kill them. But as soon as you step foot out of your car you forget completely the thoughts of the ride home, because after all, you are home, and all that matters is you've made it home.
As I sigh, as if in deep thought, I reply, "Well who hasn't at least once or twice in there lifetime." And it makes me think a bit if that was a bit too broad an answer for a question that was a bit too broad in itself. But not really, at least that's what I hope anyway.
I can tell that he is deep in thought, or just that he's faking it, much like I fake my wanting to be fucked most times, but who can blame me. After oral sex, who should want to do anything else but sleep. It's only common sense on the most primal level. Simple thoughts from a simple person in all reality. The way most things should be in life.
As a beautiful melody pops into my head, with a harmony that gives oneself goosebumps from the shear beauty of it, I dumbly ask, lost in my own momentary thoughts, "Why do you ask?" And as soon as I hear the stupid question squeeze through my lips, the melody in my head is replaced with thoughts of stupidity once more from such an insulting question.
"Oh, no reason, really," he replies, making a stretching motion at the same time with odd ease. "Just wondering really."
And with the same odd ease, he seems to slip his hand on my chest, slowly moving it towards my face. As I realized his hand wouldn't lose grip on my neck, I notice half heartedly that his free hand was groping the floor for my wallet.