Dec 28 2009
Good bye friend!
… and don’t ever come back!
Pete: Just tell him it wasn’t me. Tell him again it–
Cindy: It wasn’t anybody.
Pete: I’m not saying it was.
Cindy: I wasn’t having an affair.
Pete: Cindy, I know you waren’t.
Cindy: What do you want me to tell him that I haven’t
already told him 30 times? This is why I left him,
he’s the most pig-headed man I ever met.
— The Sentinel —
Dear former friend
We knew each other about 4 years by now and this is what I have to say, despite everything you denied in the police station:
You were coming to my home (I’ve never been invited to yours!) and ate my food, you drunk my drinks, I trusted you, you were f*cking one of my best friends and I kept your half-truth secrets confidential, the same way I kept her stories confidential (for 15 years by now).
Then things went wrong for you because you acted like questionable, non confident and insecure kid and she left you while I was traveling - and then out of desperation you lied (to me and to others as well) about “that you were still so called together” while in fact she left you, yes I knew it all that time - and as that was not enough for me to swallow (so you could keep your f*ckin’ pride), but then you started spitting on me behind my back. What the hell were you thinking creep? That she would never tell it to me? That spitting on her friends would bring her back to you?! That isolating her by trying to control her friends, would make miracles that no love knows…?
Didn’t you know you were dealing with an alpha woman idiot? I told you that so many times!
And now you do as your nose is bleeding…
F*ck you!
You dirty and respectless little b*tchy rat!
You have no honor.
Even the rats have more honor then you do!
Go ahead now, you can keep saying things behind my back as you were telling to her before a whole gaga happened, like “me being a jerk”, “that I’m manipulative” or even “megalomaniac psycho” like some losers were calling me before you.. or: “that you haven’t see me for ages, so we were NO FRIENDS” (like you told her recently)
… while in reality you were discretely coming to my home very often, because you felt like a piece of sh*t and needed someone to listen to your crap…
(and now comes the payback part…)
… and while in fact we got drunk in a pub together just ten days ago or so - and then you drew us to the h00kers, then half way your car got broke, so you stole a bike (yes, the one you said to her you paid 80 euro’s for) that we came back home with at 4 f*ckin’ 30 am!.
… or any other fabricated crap of yours, but there is one thing you can NOT say about me, not now nor ever!: “that I am a liar!”
And now that you showed your true nature and started spitting on me, I think she should know all that sh*t of yours, especially the one from 10 days ago. Dude, I WAS THERE, so, don’t f*ck with me! Alright. And I won’t do any effort to keep the lies and/or a half-truth secrets confidential for a rat no more.
Compared to you, I need no lies to be a man.
The point is: if I want to travel around the world, I do it. If I want to go to the pub and get drunk, I do it. If I slept with someone else while having a partner, I tell it. If I want to quit a job because my boss is acting like an a$$hole, I do it. If I want to paint a naked woman, I OBVIOUSLY FU*KIN’ DO IT. Even when I visit a h00ker, I write a story about it for Gods sake! So the whole fu’kin’ world knows.. I’m transparent buddy!
How about you? Are you transparent? Can you do things the way I do?
Can you sleep at night?
The thing is, there’s NO WAY you can now spread lies about me, nor you can call me a liar. Because nobody’s gonna believe you. Because it’s not who I am. The real friends know that. And you’re obviously no longer one of them.
It’s your word against mine now motherf*cker! So, whom do you think is she gonna believe?
What I now know for sure, is that the elbow your friend planted between my ribs a year ago (just because she gave me a hug, instantly when I walked into a pub.. and what a coincidence, he too did it behind my back!), wasn’t an accident like you said it was because the pub was crowdy… so, your big ugly friend wasn’t that nice and innocent as you said he was. That’s how dirty bustard you are!
Therefore.. please, don’t ask your friends to do these things anymore, but be a man and grow up! And stop living at your parents house for a change. You’re almost 30 for Gods sake! Even the 18 year old girls can be independent and stand on their own feet these days.
Just like her, I too was telling you that much nicer way then I’m telling it now.
The bottom line is: you had your 4 f*ckin’ years shot and you screwed it up - and that’s why she left you. But, no problem, you can blame it on me now. Go ahead a$$hole!
As the matter of fact, she dumped you half year ago already, while I was on travel, but you wouldn’t tell it to me, nor any other people, not even to your own family. You just kept your lie(s) alive in stead. Did you think everyone around you is an idiot, including me? Oh, well enjoy it now, when you’re that desperate!
Give me a favor though. Please, don’t jump on me from the dark anymore, like you did it last night (and then as cowardly denied it in the police station). It’s not good for my sleep. Warn me next time so I know you’re coming and I can wait for you, so we can tape the knifes in our feasts and take it to the bitter end s*cker!… if you insist we solve the issue with aggression, then we should do it on appropriate old fashion way.
Show some respect after all and don’t act like a coward. Don’t be a pussy anymore. Alright?!
Next bad move - without me seeing you coming, and I’m (among other) gonna publish your f*ckin’ name here, so that whole f*ckin’ world knows who you truly are!
Picture this: I pay a spammer to create a message with your name and picture in it, telling about your adventures, and that message keep being sent forever through a whole f*ckin’ internet, including to your mother!… just an idea though. ;-)
So, what you gonna do now? Murder me?
Well, what if I made a backup or more backups even? Or maybe I didn’t? Maybe I’m just pulling your leg, to torture you a little for your dummy behavior… You don’t have idea how internet works, do you?!
How — in the name of heaven — could you ever put it in your little brainless head, to mess with someone who is much smarter and thus stronger then you? How could you be THAT stupid?
First you lost her - and now you also lost your decency and a friend. That’s what I call a mega loser!
So, I’d suggest your friends even watch over me, just in case some unknown dumb a$$ ambushes me in the dark in order to steal my wallet, while I’m underway to my pubs. Because I have no other enemies in this city where I know hundreds of people (you’re the only idiot so far who decided to fight with me). You might have your madness, friends, and lies - but I have my brain, which you obviously underestimated, so think twice before any other sh*t happens, otherwise you’ll be the next one to bleed.
For now, I informed the police about your latest actions. It’s because I believe you’re not only a pathetic pathological liar AND coward, but you are also an idiot whose mind is screwed - and you need some help. If lucky, they’ll advice you to go to therapy and fix the hole in your brain, so you can thank me some day.
We’re on a different level now. I think you should know that. And your friends should know it too, so the message is clear and there are no misunderstandings later. Because later might be just too late.
And if you now want to be my enemy (yes, we all need scapegoat once in a while), what the hell.. be my guest. Have then in mind that I’m not afraid of you, nor am I afraid of your fat ugly friends… because I’m a ghost, I’m dead man walking, so, you can’t hurt me - and above of all, I’m not an average Dutch wussy… I’m goddamn Serb! I’m Spartan!
That’s why.
Say especially no things you actually don’t mean nor you can make happen, like: “You’re a dead man, I’m gonna kill you!”
That’s all I had to say.
This page is a gift - from me to you - a little thinking material for the next time you make a threat. Make at least sure you know whom you’re threatening!
This mindgame, that you created yourself, is over. You can f*ck off and die now.. unless you can play it a bit harder then this.



February 21st, 2010 at 11:03 pm
oops!!!!
March 12th, 2010 at 8:35 am
Yes woops. The last two and half months I’ve been visiting the pubs regulary, as I usually did, but didn’t see the s*cker in the pubs (nor on the street) a single f*ckin’ time, while he lives just 2 blocks away… That’s how brave this rat is, with his treats and all.
Don’t think I’m going out of the way for him - nor any other pig.