Long

He’s just a prick. A dickhead. An asshole. Says what he wants to say when he feels like saying, regardless of children, old people, or nuns. And most of the time, he talked about sex. The rough kind. The degrading kind. And how much he liked watching free streams of it on the internet. He was loud, obnoxious, rude, barbaric, and laughed at inappropriate times. He was racist, masogynistic, and classist. Hot-tempered and a drunk. He rarely took showers and rarely-er brushwed his teeth. How this guy had friends, was a mystery.

“That motherfucker did what to you?” Long yelled.

“He kicked his ass for trying to help, Cookie.” Said, Xavier.

“Is that true, Corn?” Glared, Long.

“Yeah…” whimpered, Corn.

That’s all, Long needed to hear. He jumped into, Xavier’s car and said. “Let’s go, man.”

Xavier looked at, Corn. “Don’t worry, man. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Let’s go, god damn it!” Screamed, Long. “I got a european’s ass to kill, motherfucker!”

“I just don’t want to make it harder for, Cookie, ya know?” said, Corn. “It’s already hard for her.”

“I know, bro. Don’t worry about it. I’ll just drive around, pretend like I’m lost and then go get some food. We’ll be back before you know it.” reassured, Xavier.

“Alright. I guess…” Said, Corn.

“C’mon, bitch! Let’s get the fuck on! Fuck that piece of shit Swiss piece of shit, piece of shit!” Yelled, Long. “Motherfucking no shower taking fuck! Cheese making son of a bitch! I don’t even know what else those Swiss assholes do, but fuck him anyway! C’mon, Xavier, come the fuck on!”

Xavier got into his car, and drove off.

Sure, Long was a jerk. But he was a good friend in his own little way.