And I did find Frank, I also found his band. They had put their weird music on internet; why God, why? I was laughing loud, poor guys, was life treating them that badly?
But as the old proverb says, deep laughter leads to tears. Maybe the over 20 year’s old funny music made me laugh, but getting updated with Frank made me cry. He had become the vice president of a big international IT company; I could read everything from his career the past 20 years. God dammit, you Jewish drummer boy, you could have told me that you were serious about your future. That life for you wasn’t only Jonasz, your ridiculous band and Hanukkah. That you in fact could have offered me a life only playing tennis and drinking champagne. Then, I swear I would have been so true to you.
This time he really pisses me off. I am going to send him a mail now, telling him how his jealousy was totally for reason. How being with Frederic was million times more fun, how Emmanuel was billion times more romantic and how sex with Aurelio was trillion times better. And I will ask him to send me a check of 1.000.030 Euros. The 30 Euros covering for the Chanel lipstick he used for writing his farewell note on my mirror at, and the million Euros covering for the two weeks’ heart ache of being dumped.
Or maybe I for once should demonstrate a little patience. Frank is obviously very ambitious, so one day he will be the CEO of that company. He is also the only person I know more embarrassing things about than he does about me (this is the reason I have struggled against success and wealth; people would stand in line to blackmail me).
Frank being the CEO, my check will be doubled. But I will keep low profile with my 2 million Euros, thinking about all the people waiting to blackmail me…
(Is having BB as my tennis pro keeping low profile?)
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