A day from Mr. R.'s Diary

• A day from •

Mr. R’s Diary

The Most Complicated Game

• June 1984 •

5:12pm There I was again, alone, waiting, sitting in my rusty car after another 8 hour shift.

A fishmonger‌ Of all the bad jobs I could have chosen to cover what I do, I had to go with the smelliest. Go figure.

5:33pm Sinatra was playing on the radio again. I met him once you know? About 17 years ago during the‌ Why do I keep telling that lie? It used to be so simple to impress people, to live happily and without pressure. What happened? Why did she leave‌?

Mr. D. Mrs. S. Mr. A. Mr. T. Mrs. Z. Ms. Q. Mr. B. Mrs. U. Mr. P. Mr. E. Miss V. Mr. O. Dr. F. Mrs. X. Mr. N. Mrs. G. Sir M. Mr. Y. Mr. L. Mr. H. Mr. I. Dr. K. Mr. C. Miss W. Mr. J.

6:02pm I kept looking at the list.

Twenty five names. How many were crossed? Was it seven or eight?

I should sleep more, my memory is getting fuzzier by the day.

6:04pm Mr. H. arrived home.

7:34pm He finally turned the lights off. Time to pay him a visit Mr. R, it’s time to go.

8:00pm I injected him with the poison and just laid there beside him in the dark. My head is on his chest, hearing his heart.

Thinking why he convinced her to leave me. As her best friend you should've known better Mr. H. He smelled nice though.

8:50pm He woke up, I’m guessing that due to his size the poison was taking longer than usual.

Since he was awake but still drowsy from the poison I asked him if he knew what the most complicated game was. He didn’t.

It's life, what else, it’s all a game, a big joke. I told him what I’ve done and that he was going to die soon. He started crying but among the hiccups and tears he managed to say:

You’re not as perfect as you think I know. Not yet…………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………… ………………………………………………………………………… yet

9:06pm I went to Mr. H’s kitchen, I just took a raw steak from his fridge and ate it, I don’t bother with cooking anymore.

10:10pm I arrived home. Still a bit hungry I opened the cupboard, nothing but cereals, brilliant…

At least is something, but as usual went to fetch the milk and surprise, surprise, no milk!

I can never remember to buy myself some milk!

WHY IS MY LIFE SO MISERABLE!?

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH MISERY!?

Why am I so alone…?

Nah… It’s fine, it’s fine.

I’m fine. :) …

I’m fine…

10:17pm Went to bed but couldn’t sleep, I started crying and laughing hysterically at the same time, how bizarre, it was like my brain had no idea how to feel.

11:17pm Still couldn’t sleep, got out of bed and as I did I sensed movement in the room and looked to the open window, it was just my tomato plant, Frank, blowing in the wind, I hate tomatoes but he is my best friend. Always happy. No questions.

I love Frank :)

11:45pm I decided not to procrastinate and work twice as hard today.

Shall we cross another name of the list Mr. R.?

Off course‌

00:58am I parked in his driveway, Mr. P.’s driveway, house 44, my favorite number. He’s such a gentleman, so balanced and suave.

She’s inside with him I’m sure.

1:00am There I was again, alone, waiting, sitting in my rusty car‌

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