Hey /r9k/, typing this from a shitty twin bed on the floor of my apartment, hungover from a night of /feels/. Last night I planned to share some greentext with you, but that didn't work out.
Drunk me was so drunk last night I couldn't greentext so now hungover me is rising to the occasion.
Get comfy robots, come sit with me and feel awhile.
>be me
>24 year old cyborg
>lost my shitty wagecuck job in housing management two weeks ago
>tfw no neetbux to save me
>doing my best to stay afloat
>last night after a huge fight with my landlord decide to go drown my sorrows at the comfiest bar I know
>quiet little dive with good prices and good booze
>found it because two of my friends work there
>Scottishbro and Writerbro
>walking to the bar because I don't have a car
>find that the night air is pretty crisp, things are damp from a heavy rain
>calming down
>think to myself maybe things will be alright
cont
>>29165459
>>29165523
Get out of here stalkercont
>>29165523
continue the story anon !!
>receive a text
>guard alert sound from MGS
>fitting, since I rarely get texts
>little in joke I have with myself that cheers me up about the fact that my best friend moved away to live closer to her family and I've been feeling horribly alone ever since
>read text, hoping it's a response from this guy I know who said he might give me a construction job
>it's not
>see it's from the girl I have been seeing the past few months
>not a gf, but closest I've ever been
>9/10 half french/lebanese qt, sort of reminds me of Lauren Cohan a bit
>christian
>traditional, smart, educated
>let's call her Melody
>met Melody at some talk at a University when I still had a job
>all cultured and shit
>dressed well
>topoftheworld.wmv
>then, absentmindedly scanning the room while waiting for the thing to start, I see her
>as a cyborg I've gotten pretty good at not spilling spaghetti so much
>but I was struck by her like a fucking thunderbolt
>pale, beautiful skin
>dark brown almost black hair billowed out a fluffy stormcloud
>beautiful soft lips, like pink like a tulip
>and then I saw her eyes
>grey blue like steel, seemed to shine in the dimly lit library place we were in
>looks like some sort of goddess in that moment
>realize I've been staring
>oh shit she saw
>hold's my gaze, puzzled
>I somehow find the presence of mind to give a little smile
>she smiles back
>>29165632
Such is life in the zone, anon tovarische
>>29165768
Ask and you shall recieve, famalam
In that moment I swear my world started going in slow motion, /robros/.
>been a shitty few years for me
>adult shitty I mean, like middle school and high school were horrible too in different ways
>moved out on my own after uni, too proud to take my parents charity
>tried to go to a seminary school but ended up losing my faith instead
>one of my oldest friends died randomly two years ago
>move to the city to start trying to pay student loans and remove denbt
>living in run down apartment with horrible roommates who manage to self identify as marxists despite living off mommy and daddy's trust fund money and wearing fancy designer jeans
>they now have covered their part of the apartment with Bernie shit
>go fucking figure
>even though I love living in the city the hipster douchebags all over and I don't get along.
>honestly get along better with the hispanics and Dominicans in my neighborhood, despite being whiter than fucking spilt milk
>sometimes I hang with them and we play cards and smoke and drink
Anyway, I digress,
So there I was anons, HKV who never had anything romantic, with someone who was so beautiful to me it was like she was plucked from my subconscious. How could this be?
Anons I can honestly say that was one of the best feels of my entire life. Felt like those stories from Norse mythology where the viking lies dying on the battlefield, coughing blood into the ashy ground, when all of the sudden the clouds part and a valkyrie swoops down to bring him to Valhalla
>I always longed for the sense of comfort those vikings must have felt
>and there I was, feeling it
>seeing her name light up on the phone fills me with that same feeling as when we first met
>open the message
>read it
>brain doesn't work
>read it again
>stomach clenches
>sit on a curb and light a cig, hands trembling
>doesnotcompute
Cyborg.exe has encountered an error
>finish cig
>look at text again
>realize it's real and I'm not in a sick dream.
>all the message says is this
"Anon, you're such a wonderful guy and I really had fun with you but I've been thinking a lot. I think that I'm starting to see you as more of a friend. I don't think we should do this anymore but I want to be your friend still! Maybe we can still go to the park like you wanted?"
>since it had started to rain I gave myself permission to cry underneath my hood.
>need to get it out now
>already told Scottishbro and Writerbro I was coming and I don't want them to see me hurt
Spend some time there on the street chainsmoking. Like 15 minutes pass before I can stop sniveling, but the hurt is devastating.
>in that moment I can't stop thinking of our last date
>we went to a museum, because we both like history
>there's one part of the museum that is this little courtyard/collonade area with a fountain
>we sat there in the sun and she nuzzled up next to me
>she smelled like vanilla and feeling her hair on my neck and shoulder felt amazing
>we held hands and watched the crowd in front of us without saying anything
>content
>blissful
>if meeting her was one of the happiest days of my life, then that moment in the courtyard is absolutely THE best moment of my life. Bar none. That day I learned that all the shit normie culture pushes about how good it can feel was true. I felt safe with her in a way I've never felt safe. Every second with her felt like being home. I held her up and she held me up in kind. I had grown accustomed to the happiness she brought into my life.
And all at once, in an instant, it was gone. She left and she took that home, that happiness with her
cont
Gonna take a quick break to shower and smoke. Will post more when I get back
Hah. That's what you get for having hopes and dreams.
>>29166153
looks like she could have used some fucking and you didn't give her
did you even go further than kiss her you beta shit?
>>29166314
This should be the banner on this board
Thats what you get for going near a women
That's what you get for existing
>>29166314 >>29166369
>>29166424
Yup. Call me Icarus.
>>29166325
Something like that. Not actually a beta, just really formal and not very touchy-feely. Plus I'm from a Russian family so I don't walk around with a big doofy grin like normies do.
>get strength up and make my way to the bar, mostly recovered
>kinda still in shock at this point
>resolved to try not to be miserable
>walk in, greet Scottishbro and Writerbro
>Scotty has been a friend since I first moved to the city. About 5 foot 9 tall bundle of energy and charisma
>really eccentric, loves to start shit, get in fights, make really offensive jokes
>plays up his accent during his shifts because my fellow 'muricans eat that shit up and drop tons of tips
>writerbro is tall, quiet dude from the westcoast who's bald and married. Met him when Scotty started working at the bar.
>really cool guy. I write too so we talk shop alot. Recommend books to one another and all that.
>he's been married for like 15 years even though he's in his 30s
>met his wife before and she's annoying but whatever I guess it works for them
>other than them, a couple pajeets in the corner, some new trainee waitress, and this kinda cool Romanian dude who comes in and gets shitfaced once or twice a week, bar is totally empty
>sublime is playing on the speakers because writerbro has shitty taste in music despite having amazing taste in books/movies/film
>greeted with a super loud "EHH BROTHER!" from Scotty, his accent in supersaiyan glasgow mode because he's working
>handshakes and hugs
>say hi to writerbro
>Scotty has bought us all three whiskey shots because he revels in being a degenerate and gives zero fucks about drinking on the job
>we shoot the shit, ask how everyone's doing
>they ask how the job search is going, tell them ok, which is true
>they ask how Anna is and I say she's doing fine, which is also true, don't tell them about her dumping me.
>couple hours go by, feeling a bit better
Enter Latino Chad, stage right.
Let me tell you about this fucking guy, Anons
>human shitpile stacked about 5'3"
>ratlike little skeltal manlet
>obnoxious loudmouth who waits tables but thinks he's hot shit because he's an 'actor'
>disappointing black sheep of my bros in the neighborhood spanish familia I've gotten to know
>loudly calls me 'nigga' in public nonstop despite the fact that I am white and it makes me super uncomfortable
>always touching everybody
>no regard for personal space
>real POS
>always try to put up with him because I really like my spanishbros and he's related to them
Let's call him Rico.
>enter Rico, stage right
>three of us had been bullshitting about True Detective season 1, but him walking in is like a record scratch
>guy's incredibly irritating, loud, picks fights
>writerbro greets him like a good employee
>Scotty mumbles "oh fuck me" under his breath
>"hey my niggas!" yells Rico, startling the Pajeets
>guy is so focused on rookie waitress that he hasn't seen me yet
>hope he doesn't
>know he will
>CAN'T WAKE UP
>"And look at this Ni gah!" he says to me loudly despite being an inch from my ear
>"Hey Rico."
>"Yo Anon how ya been man? Lemme buy you a shot."
fucker always buys people shots and then 'forgets' to put it on his tab
>"No man I'm good."
>"Oh man! I see I see you don't want to take my money cause I'm a spic? Cause you're a fancy white boy?"
>used to his bullshit. Don't humor him with a response.
>claps me loud on my back and says "Relax nigga I'm kidding! Is a joke mang!"
No shit sherlock. Wasn't funny the first million times.
>Rico buys himself a shot and begins to sip it daintily.
Who does that? Savage.
>proceeds to yell/talk with the defenseless pajeets who visibly cringe away from his loudness
>stops occasionally to derail me and Scotty from whatever convo we're having
>this fucking guy
>step out for a smoke because I'm losing the goodfeels I'd accumulated till this point
cont
Hey guys, OP here
Is anyone interested in me continuing? I've just been using it to vent but I don't want to clutter the board if no one's into it.
Cont?
Cont. Pls. I want to feel :(
>>29168433
meh. If this doesn't end in a fight or a normie getting rekt, I don't really care to hear more
>>29168433
sure man, it's nice
>>29168433
continue
bl0x
>>29168550 >>29168653 >>29168706 >>29169062
Sorry for the delay. Had to negotiate rent because don't want to be homeless.
So, I'm outside the bar at this point fuming as much as my cigarette
>just wanted a night out to clear my head about shit
>and of course Rico has to fucking be here
>look at phone
>write a response to Melody
>don't send
>delete it
>Rico comes out to pay me a visit and try to bum a smoke
>it's my last cig because of the chainsmoking earlier
>says "no worries" and lights up one of his own
ffs this guy sometimes.
>"So, what crawled up yo ass, Anon?"
>"What?"
>"You seem down or somethin"
>as if I've ever been happy being within ten feet of this guy
>"Just going through shit Rico. Don't want to talk about it."
>"Come on nigga don't give me that"
>"Fuck off Rico."
>"Come on man, what you got girl problems?"
I hesitate unintentionally because I'm a couple beers and some whiskey in at this point
>"Awww shit you lost that girl of yours dincha?"
> don't say anything
> but it's too late
> finish cig, walk back in hoping that for once this guy would know when not to push it
> but of course even drunk me knew that was wishful thinking
>Bar has filled up more now
>trainee waitress leaves since the kitchen closes
>meanwhile Scotty is doing his Scotty thing, laughing and cracking jokes
>couple middle aged ex roasties are loving it especially
>Pajeets had left at some point, perhaps hoping to avoid the strange hispanic man with boundary issues
Rico hasn't come back in from his smoke by this point, so Writerbro starts worrying the fucker isn't going to pay for his shot
>"Fucker'll be back" says Scotty "fucker always comes back."
>I hope so much that he's wrong
Suddenly, in walks not Rico, but two of the weirdest dudes I've seen in a long time. Two guys in early twenties
>one in a fedora
>one in a scally/newsboy cap
>watch with fascination from my spot at the bar since Scotty and Writerbro are both busy taking care of customers
>fedora guy is a short, tubby guy in a blue/teal flannel shirt with a huge shit eating grin
>newscap guy is tall and super skinny, nondescript otherwise
>they both order some cocktail I don't recognize from Writerbro, but before he can make them they ask if he has seen Labyrinth with David Bowie
>"Uh, yes?" writerbro responds
>"Oh! Good. You like the movie?" says fedora guy
>"Yeah sure."
>"We do too."
>"Cool."
>Writerbro goes to make their drinks
>Fedora guy removes his hat to reveal long hair which he proceeds to tie up in a manbun
>the two of them exchange devilish pepe faces
No idea what these dudes' deal is.
>thankful for the distraction though since it meant not thinking about Melody
A while later I'm still at the bar, browsing 4chan, scribbling thoughts on a bar napkin like the tool I am
>thoroughly shithoused at this point
>Scotty and his fucking free shots
>overall I'm starting to feel a bit better though, like I did before I got Melody's text
>phone vibrates
>on silent since even drunk me didn't want to risk having an MGS alert in my pocket in public
>good feeling's gone again
>chorus of stupid thoughts race through my drunk brain
>"she changed her mind" being the loudest and stupidist
>tense up like I do, don't check the message
>staring at my beer like it's going to tell me what to do
>it doesn't
>after a minute it vibrates again
>more than once
>BZZZZZT
>BZZZZZT
>fuck
>I lose my resolve
>check phone
>not Melody
>it's the guy who talked to me about the construction job, call him Rado
>try to rush off the stool and head outside to take the call, but I'm drunk so I kinda awkwardly trundle off towards the door
>some stacies at a table giggle
>get outside, start talking with Rado
>job opened up this month
>get excited
Hear a hoot of 'Oye!' from down the block
>turn to face the sound
>hear those fateful words
>"WASSUP NIGGA?"
continue pls i wanna see what happens
>everyone walked the dinosaur
>>29170722
>I fucking wish, man
cont
>Rico approaches with a shit eating grin and a bag from a Rite Aid
>"YO NIGGA I GOT YOUR PROBLEMS SOLVED RIGHT HERE"
>hold up my hand towards him and point to the phone
>"Man who you talkin too?"
>ignore him
>he walks up and stands there impatiently
>give him a look that says "fuck off"
>clearly talking about job stuff
>I'm excited about the opportunity. Shitty labor work and it's temporary but doesn't pay too bad.
>Plus Rado is a good guy and I think he'd be a good boss
>hear Rico huffing next to me impatiently
>he starts prodding me, clapping my back and all that shit
>distracting me from the conversation that could make or break me being fucking unemployed
>seeing as I'm already drunk this is not easy anyway as it is
>starting to get really pissed again
>eventually he stops and I think he must have gotten the hint
>boy was I wrong
>he sneaks around to the side where I'm holding the phone
>I don't notice
>he grabs for the phone
>I back away
>he reaches again, pawing at it clumsily since I'm taller than him
>one of his slaps connects with the phone, which flies onto the sidewalk with an audible crack
>"Oh shit nigga you gotta hold on to your shit"
>he's got a fucking huge grin
>grabs a box of condoms out of the plastic bag
>"We gonna fix you up my nigga we gonna"
Instead of letting him finish Drunk me backhands him
>he's not thrilled
>comes up close to me, hooting again
>condoms spilled all over the sidewalk
>passers by parting around us
>we glare at each other and he puffs his chest out
>right in front of the glass door to the bar
>In that moment I want to hurt him so bad
>he's scrappy, but small
>drunk me likes the odds
>people are watching
>drunk me wants people to see
Enter stage left, Scotty,
>"Tha fuck you lovebirds up ta out here?" he says with that big crazy grin of his.
>sees shit is tense
>sees my phone smashed on the sidewalk
>gets an expression like William Wallace looking at an Englishman
cont
Bump for feels ending
Spicy
I've been hanging onto this thread all morning; I need closure!
OH JESUS ANON HURRY
Sometimes when I get drunk I like to write poetry. Not sure the reasoning, but words pour out of me. Then when I read it again in the morning I just cringe at myself. I have it all saved on my tablet. Not sure what I would do if someone came across it.
>>29171206
>>29171237
pretty much this
jesus christ op is slow
Second to last part, Robots. Sorry to keep you waiting.
>"What the hell happened?" says Scotty, his smile gone and his accent no longer like a cartoon character
>"Yo man I come up to help this nigga and he slaps me like a bitch man" says Rico
>"After you broke my phone, asswipe." I reply
>"Look nigga it ain't my fault you got dumped man"
>"Fuck you Rico."
>"Nigga fuck you!"
Scottishbro steps up and separates us with a smile
>"Best leave, mate." he tells Rico
>"Why the fuck should I?"
> Scotty doesn't say anything, just looks at him hard
>"Yo man I gotta go in to pay for my shot at least."
>"Nah." Scotty says, "it's on me."
Rico walks off in a huff, scooping up the box of condoms and stomping on the phone in a last 'fuck you' gesture
"Hate that fuckin guy." mutters Scotty
Scotty grabs my phone off the ground. Turns it over. Shitty little motorola, but it's all jacked up.
>meanwhile I was just standing there, hands shaking, on the verge of tears
>so many mixed emotions
>hadn't even been in a fight in years
>now I'm standing drunk and miserable
>thoughts start swirling
>not gonna get the job
>not gonna be able to pay rent
>going to have to move and start again shit shoveling or something back in Florida
>didn't even get to kick his ass
>and Anna still wasn't here
I'm snapped out of it by a light jab to my arm. I look at Scotty for a sec and he hands me the phone.
"Hey Anon, I think I'll get Writerbro to cover me for a bit. Stay put alright?"
>I nod. He knows now. I feel like he's going to give me some patronizing bs and prod about Melody or something
He comes out a minute later with a pack of smokes and a six pack of Shiner Bock from the kitchen, big smile still on his face
cont
>the two of us sit there on a stoop next door smoking and drinking
>I don't want to open up, but I'm so drunk it just kind of spills out
>he listens to it all
>no 'plenty of fish'
>no 'b urself'
>no 'let's go to the gym'
>he just listens
>once I'm done vomiting up all the confusion and emotion I just stop and look down
>I don't know what he's going to say since I've never opened up to a friend like this before
>he sips his beer, and just says "Fuckin sucks, brother."
In return Scotty opens up about his time in the UK, which he never does
>proceeds to tell me how back in Glasgow he got married at 18 to a girl he thought he loved
>she ran off on him when he was 21 and divorced him for some tracksuit wearing jackass
>he couldn't take it and he had a shitty family so he just said 'fuck it' and came to America
>said it was always his dream to tend bar here
>by the time he met me at a catering gig he had been here 6 years and unemployed and listless most of the time
>said that's why he's always so excited and has that big smile
>says he almost killed himself when she left him and that he's so grateful for the second chance
>no big speech, we just sat there and talked about good happy things after that
>after a while we get off the stoop and look into the bar over a last smoke
>see through the glass door that the two weird hat dudes laughing with those big pepe grins
I found out later that night from Writerbro that the two of them had been going around to all the bar patrons betting free drinks for people who answered the crossroad riddle right
Fuckin' champs, those two
>"Comin' in, Anon?" Scotty asks
> decide that I need to get home and
>Scott nods and hands me his phone to call back Rado about work
>says he doesn't have work again till Friday so I can return it whenever before then
>tells me he's there for me if I need him
Walking my drunk ass home last night I realized how grateful I am for Scotty. I may not have a gf, but I have a real friend.
Thanks for listening, robots. Know I'm not the fastest typer, but it was an honor to share this experience with you.
I hope you all have a Scotty or two in your life anons, and if not I hope you find one.
All the best, /r9k/
>>29171869
I thought you were gonna get gay but that ending was better. good for you anon. I guess now you just gotta focus on not being homeless for the time being
>>29171962
Good job anon. Don't kill yourself.
Thank you for this Op
Not bad.jpg
Anyone got other stories?
Thanks for the story, OP
it was really neatly written
and good luck with getting your shit together
>>29171965 >>29172781 >>29173270
Thanks anons. Hope you had some feels too. Not gonna be homeless for now. Will try to make an update if that changes.
>>29172280
I won't. I'm a stubborn asshole so no matter how hard it gets I'll be here trying to survive. I plan on living on to shitpost for many years to come.
>>29173503
Thanks man. I hope things get better. Talked with Rado today and he said that there's no hard feelings for the dropped call. Man I want this job. I can't do this NEET life. I want off.
Anyway - off to give Scottishbro back his phone. If this thread isn't dead when I get back I'll maybe throw up a shorter story.
