The absurd, weird universe of zio.
There was awkward silence in the room, Buchi stood there against the wall looking into nothing as Grande tweaked his violin or whatever violin people do.. what's the point of learning a instrument... What did it mean to Grande to push himself to learn each and every string, all the different strokes and all those damn songs.. all these were questions Buchi would ask.. if he cared enough. He slinked down sliding against the wall where he sighs. Sat on the floor and watched the rag on his head, he kept his hands firmly pressed on it trying to calm down and think about what the hell just happened.. no really what the hell just happened, what if his system is fucked from the drugs... What if Eric does a another drug test.. should he take a few days off of work? No.. he couldn't.. I'd be did that he would get fired he already ran out in the middle of his job.. damnit, what if he gets in a forever high? What if he's still high.. he lifted his right arm and waved it over his face as if trying to test if he was still on drugs.. looked like a normal hand, looked like reality, so then he's off his high?
"Hey retard.. why do you hate our boss so much?"
".. your asking me this.. ugh, right now?"
"Yep.."
"Well.. I just don't get a good vibe from him.."
"What... That makes no sense.."
Buchi chuckles and throws his head up to look at the ceiling, some blood lightly rolled down his head to his ear. "I mean.. I just don't like his attitude.. he acts like he owns the entire restaurant.. he's just a manager.."
Grande lays down on his bed and sighs, licking his teeth. "So, you don't like him.. because he does his job.. by telling you to do your job?"
"....Yep"
"Wow.. that's kind of sad.." Buchi lifts his head and pushes up walking around his bed he sits on it. "WELL.. that's what you think.. I just don't like being told what to do.."
"Well.. your a adult, you should get used to it."
"I'm a adult, I pay for this apartment I can feel how I want."
"Doesn't make you right.."
....
Doesn't make me right? .... Maybe Grande was on to something, but who cares... Who.. cares.. if I own my apartment, if I do my job or not, who actually gives a fuck, who cares? Oh.. Eric does..
Buchi's head was on his fluffy memory foam pillow and slowly drifted into a slumber.. this was hard, it's always hard for him to sleep, his brain is always thinking some stupid thing.. but I digress, he fell asleep..
"Hey retard.. why do you hate our boss so much?"
".. your asking me this.. ugh, right now?"
"Yep.."
"Well.. I just don't get a good vibe from him.."
"What... That makes no sense.."
Buchi chuckles and throws his head up to look at the ceiling, some blood lightly rolled down his head to his ear. "I mean.. I just don't like his attitude.. he acts like he owns the entire restaurant.. he's just a manager.."
Grande lays down on his bed and sighs, licking his teeth. "So, you don't like him.. because he does his job.. by telling you to do your job?"
"....Yep"
"Wow.. that's kind of sad.." Buchi lifts his head and pushes up walking around his bed he sits on it. "WELL.. that's what you think.. I just don't like being told what to do.."
"Well.. your a adult, you should get used to it."
"I'm a adult, I pay for this apartment I can feel how I want."
"Doesn't make you right.."
....
Doesn't make me right? .... Maybe Grande was on to something, but who cares... Who.. cares.. if I own my apartment, if I do my job or not, who actually gives a fuck, who cares? Oh.. Eric does..
Buchi's head was on his fluffy memory foam pillow and slowly drifted into a slumber.. this was hard, it's always hard for him to sleep, his brain is always thinking some stupid thing.. but I digress, he fell asleep..