Into the Wild Lust: Tony's Journey

I've never been one for kids. Especially not my own. I mean, fuck it, right? It's not like an asshole like me would be a good father anyway. That's just a sad fact of the world and I don't see the point in beating around the bush about it. In fact, one year ago today was the anniversary of when I found out that I'd have to be a father - congratulations on that by the way, Karen.

I don't know how she got pregnant either, to be honest - we'd been fucking around every now and again over the past couple years, but nothing particularly regular. But then Karen had called me up one day and said that she was knocked up and wanted to know if I wanted to do the right thing and marry her. Sure, why not! Might as well get married if you're already having a kid together - at least then there wouldn't be any weird suspicions or anything down the line.

But that was then and this is now. And today is the anniversary of when I found out that everything was going to change forever.

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It all started with a message from Tony on Facebook. For some reason he decided that he wanted to get in touch with me after all these years so he sent me a message of sorts through Linkedin asking for my phone number so we could "catch up". What a stupid fucking idea. He had gone travelling for a couple years after graduation and then took a job overseas somewhere and had decided to stay there rather than move back home at all. Fucking idiot - what did he expect? That his parents would just accept his decision without question? That they'd welcome him back with open arms? That they'd let him bring his fiancee into their lives without ever meeting her?

Well, you guessed it - Tony got none of those things. His parents were livid at him for leaving in the first place and they were even more angry at him for staying away after they begged him to leave whatever shit hole he'd managed to get himself stuck in and come back home where he belonged. Apparently they hadn't heard of Skype and Facetime - otherwise they would have known exactly what kind of life he was living over there, but fuck them right? Why should they care about their son's life anyway? They've probably moved on by now anyway. The only reason why Tony felt compelled to reach out now was because his fiancée had given birth to their child last week and apparently she wanted her future grandparents (Tony's parents) there at the hospital bedside when she gave birth so that they could see their grandchild before it left the hospital for good - who knows what fucked up ideas she had running through her head?

Regardless though, Tony managed to get my number from someone else so I guess he must've decided that it couldn't hurt just to send me that message after all - maybe he thought it might help soften his parents' hearts someday if they knew more about what kind of person their son had become since becoming an adult instead of just assuming that he'd turned into little more than a bum who lived off welfare checks every month while living in some shitty apartment somewhere in Europe (although I suppose calling him an "adult" might be generous considering how long he's been avoiding actual responsibility). So sure enough, I got this message from Tony asking if I wanted to meet up sometime soon with him so we could catch up in person before his wedding later this year (his fiancée's name is Francesca by the way - sounds Italian huh?), but surprise surprise, I wasn't really interested in seeing him or talking about anything for that matter - why would I want to talk about my boring fucking life when I have no idea what kind of crazy shit has happened over in Europe since last time we talked? Who knows how many people have died tragically or been involved in horrific catastrophes since we last spoke? Who knows what kind of world-changing events have happened since we last met face-to-face outside our graduation ceremony five years ago?! You know what? Fuck Tony and his boring little life; if anyone needs catching up on things, it's me not him!

So yeah, as you can imagine, I responded by basically telling Tony to go fuck himself with his request (I think my exact words were "Go fuck yourself"; yeah it's not classy but sometimes vulgarity is necessary). But then something weird happened - Tony didn't respond right away like most people probably would've done when receiving such a response; instead, he just waited a day before responding again with another request: "Meet me at this address tomorrow night". So yeah, here I am standing on some shitty street corner in some dingy part of town wondering why on earth anyone would choose this particular spot as their meeting place instead of somewhere nice like an actual bar or restaurant or something (*cough* whorehouse *cough*). Not only is this place creepy as fuck but apparently it always rains here too; great! At least it doesn't look like anybody else is here though which is somewhat relieving...or maybe not...who knows? This whole situation is pretty fucking weird as far as I'm concerned; somebody better tell me why the hell I'm here soon before my sanity goes right down the drain!

Now *this* guy looks interesting! Well dressed too...and seemingly unarmed...and holding flowers...and maybe looking for someone too! Fuck it! Why not take a chance?! After all, what've you got left except your pride anymore? So yeah, let's give this guy a shot; let's see if he'll put up with me long enough for us to make small talk or whatever it is people do when they first meet each other for real these days anyway (no text messages or social media profiles needed; yay!).