More Stupid Shit from Simon
Well, shouganai, my friend!
More stupid shit from Simon, Victor thought to himself. I’m deleting this.
“Victor!”
“Simon? How did you get there?”
“It doesn’t matter, Victor. I saw what you did. You just deleted my email. I poured my heart into it, and you barely read it. I wrote you I was going to kill myself. It was a cry for help, for fuck’s sake. And what did you do? You deleted it?! Don’t you remember we were blood brothers? How can you not give a shit about my yūgen?”
“You’re comparing your life to the sad beauty of human suffering? You’re such a schlimazl, Simon.”
“Yeah, right. I know how lucky you’re; no need to remind me. Unicorn startup founder, ten million followers on Twitter, a beautiful mind, a generous philanthropist, a beautiful wife, sorry, two beautiful wives, one divorce, and a beautiful dick, I’m sure.”
“Well, shouganai, my friend.”
“That’s true. It is what it is. Victor! I see what you’re doing. Stop that! Stop trying to call your assistant or security; they won’t come. I killed them.”
“What about me, that’s why you came? I thought you wanted to kill yourself?”
“Well, shouganai, my friend. But first, I’ll kill you.”
This story was brought to you by the World Wide Word prompt and by this story from R. D. Holland (thank you again for the inspiration!).
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