things we do for love. Chapter 2.

[emzee-frenzy]

I was driving around the neighbourhood trying to rememorize, asking myself who was that girl?
We met yesterday, 8:05 pm. i was late as usual by five minutes, we had a drink at the Malibu and then a short walk in the park. I remember she was so energic, so dominating, she owned me from head to toe, but than i don't remember...what did i do? how did i got her through my bedroom door?
"i gotta' stop getting high all the time" i thought.
Gi-na. Gi-na, Gi-na Gi-na... i can compose the most beautiful melody with these two notes Gi-na,it should be do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do, gi, na.
So i decide to go to the Malibu and ask the bartender a few questions, it's a suburban coffee shop,
nothing special about it, filled with ciggarette smoke and cheap coffee scent. Ron, the bartender, was chatting with a chick, another lonely soul spending mornings in caffe's desperately seeking for love.
It's funny what us people are willing to do in the name of love... "love" what a vague term for such a rare thing, such a unique bless in a human life, what is love? we are all looking for it in so many different places, so many different persons but none of us know what it is, maybe if we knew we wouldn't be looking for it. I order a coffe and wait till their conversation is over.
-what's up Chriss, good morning
-Good Morning Ron
- How did it go last night with that foxy brunette? Did you score?
- Ron, i came to ask you if you saw her today.
- So you didn't, common man she was smokin' hot.
-Answer me Ron, have you seen her?
- no, i'm sorry man.
-Allright man, thank's.
- Take care, Chriss.
I light the last ciggarette, discourajed, and throw the pack away. Than i look at it, what kind of ciggarettes are these? I picked it up, they were called "Dusseldorf" and had a germany stamp on them.
Germany? that's odd... so i than take a look at the pen, "Aktuelle kunst aus Deutchland" i think that means made in Germany. Ok so now it makes sense in it's non-sense, she did had a European type of attitude, she looked like an alien in New York City, so what if she went back? Maybe she had a flight and that's why she left so quickly. I gotta go to the airport.
I quickly raced to the "JFK" airport , it was 12:35, i was hoping to get there at 12:30, but you know, as usual. I take a look at recent flights to germany, none. The first flight to Berlin is at 6 pm.
But then i hear "Flight 78 from New york to Vienna, Austria leaves in 10 minutes"
Oh my god that's it, Austria is a german language country, it all makes sense. So i run to the ticket office.
-A ticket for Vienna, please.
-i'm sorry sir but there are no tickets available.
_Common Miss , i'll pay double, triple, I yelled.
-I said i'm sorry sir, you must wait till the next flight at 3 p.m
-Fuck, just let me on the fucking plane.
-Sir if you don't calm down now i'll have to call security.
I slowly turn around, sit next to the window and watch the plane take off...so close... it was 12:45.

to be continued...

[Yah-hah]

NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Dude he has to catch her. I hate you man always leavin me to hang liek that Good stuff though man keep it comin

[emzee-frenzy]

NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Dude he has to catch her. I hate you man always leavin me to hang liek that Good stuff though man keep it comin

thanks bro, and hey , it's the way it is , patience is the master.