I was back there after a few nights. Back in the same cafe. Late night. A few of them were back there too, sitting, talking, making fun of each other. I took a seat outside and lit a cigarette. I was listening to Paterlini. Everything feels calm when I listen to his music. I closed my eyes for a moment. A strange sense of joy filled my chest. I couldn’t help but smile. The smile was a big one, and it lasted on my otherwise dull face for a good few seconds.
Soon, a friend walked in. He walked straight inside, talked to a few people sitting there, and then walked back to my place. He sat opposite to me. He had his earphones on. He was listening to something too, or maybe he was watching something on his phone. ‘What’s new?’ he asked. I nodded in no. I had nothing to say. I was floating in this calmness listening to the beautiful music of Paterlini. I wasn’t interested in engaging in any kind of conversation.
Soon, two more friends arrived. The time was 23:39. I didn’t plan to stay there till late. Maybe I’ll go home in fifteen minutes, I thought.
All four of us were sitting on the chairs outside with a couple of tables between us. We ordered coffee and pasta. I didn’t mind eating too much. I didn’t mind ordering more food. I hadn’t had a full meal in two days.
Our food kept arriving. We kept eating. Soon, a giant arrived. A virgin giant, that’s what everybody who knew him called him. He arrived on a rather puny motorcycle sitting between two of the most drunk men of the city. What is wrong with them today, each one of us were thinking inside our heads.
The two drunk men got off the motorcycle and climbed the stairs stumbling along the way to us. They both took the table next to mine and sat with their arms resting on their knees. They were breathing heavily as if they had just finished a half marathon.
The virgin giant was staring at all of us. He was a giant but he was young. He had strength but not the experience of life. He could deadlift 270 kilograms like it’s nothing. But when asked about what he would do with his life, he was as confused as any other young man.
He sat on the big empty space on the floor between our tables. ‘Today I make sure he loses his virginity’ shouted one drunk man pointing at him. The giant was a giant but in the moment he felt shy. Shy as if the drunk man was going to screw him in the ass. Shy as if he weren’t born with a dick. Shy as any wet cat would feel when spreading for the first time.
The virgin giant, out of shyness, hid his face, kept laughing. The two drunk men, got up and tried lifting him off the ground but failed. ‘Wait. Wait! I’ve got this whore waiting for you. Only for you. Now don’t make her wait for too long! Up up up. C’mon!’ one drunk man was shouting and laughing and scolding the virgin giant. The virgin giant felt embarrassed, he could hardly laugh.
It continued like that for an hour, after which, the virgin giant got up and ran away. His ass had turned red from embarrassment. It could be seen on his face when he was leaving. The two drunk men sat down in their places and continued to drink more, cussing and screaming and shouting. The friends began to leave one by one.
My time was ruined. I got up and tried to feel again that feeling of listening to Paterlini for the first time. I failed. I washed my hands and walked to my motorcycle. I sat on it and drove back home. The time was around 1:15 in the morning.
– Tomic
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