Chapter 58: RICHARD
This was the highlight.
Relaxing here, puffing on a stick of cigarette. Watching the city buzz around me. The stars twinkling above.
It’s peace.
It’s not really like I forget about my health conditions. I’ve been told not to smoke, but who cares I’m dying anyway, so why bother?
Restraining from getting high, the bliss of clearing my mind from shits of the day. Like the Asian venue problems, the tough conversation scheduled with Claire about choosing a wife, the discussion that will soon happen with Edward, cause he always does that after every board meeting.
He would go around the company, ask
about things, speak to some of the employees and meet me here to talk about some things discussed in the board meeting and some things he noticed during his own wanderings.
I’m not often inclined to listen to him, most times before he gets here, I’m already as high as fuck, but I take note of his words because in this game, he had experience. Not that I ever acknowledge that to him.
He usually leaves after I decide not to answer his questions or offer any other comments.
Like I was saying, restraining from taking a break from these things was as pointless as eating Claire’s salad or eating healthy for that matter. Exactly what good would it do, will it stop the count? Will it strengthen my weak heart? What exactly will it do against my fated predicament?
That’s right, absolutely nothing.
The tattoo itched over my chest remains a reminder that in spite of my rather shortened life and rather accursed fate, I still intend to live it my way.