oui Julian. je sais pas pourquoi ça me touche encore autant. au moins, avant, t'avais la décence de m'envoyer un sms pour me dire que t'allais suivre un politicos

pourquoi t'es là-bas ?

ok...j'arrive

pardon ?! Qu'est ce que tu racontes Julian. Une balle ? T'étais ou ? J'arrive hein. T'inquiètes pas. Je fais vite.

d'accord. t'as besoin de quelque chose ?

(je dois passer au magasin d'abord, je vais attendre pour la petite tenue :P ) 

tu vas mourir maintenant ? Préviens que je me tape pas le trajet pour rien

J'aurais enfin l'image sans le son. Le rêve de ma vie  

Y'a deux secondes, je pensais que t'étais juste un con. Pas un con qui avait failli mourir. Ca change la donne. tu vois ce que je suis capable de faire à ta dépouille, si t'es cap de rester en vie imagine ce que je pourrais faire. alors attends moi   

tu vois toujours les mêmes ?  

 t'es calmé ?  

she has every reason to be mad.

and here we go again. existential crisis. u drunk again?

then stop complaining bro! you need her but you push her away every single time she's trying to pick you up.

you're always bitter.  

and you know that's not true. i'm ALWAYS there, whenever you need me.   and what about me, uh? last time i needed you, you weren't there. so stop complaining about me not being there to get YOUR shit together.

you two are meant to be. you need each other. end of the story.

jackass indeed. what do you want to know? there's no much to say about my shitty life. saw my ex, she's a psycho. i'm tired of working with little brats so i joined a mafia. and my conservative neighbours think i'm gay bc of travis.

she's still beautiful, like... a goddess u know. but she's satan's daughter and a real bitch. and she's married now.

mafia is cool dude. i get to play with guns. it's badass. and nah, not really into travis. he's scary you know. so tall and mysterious. and weird. i think he's hiding a corpse in our freezer or maybe a few stolen kidneys idk.  

he's rich. that's all that matters to her.  

don't worry, i know what i'm doing, i can handle these guys.   a physiotherapist? give me her address, i'll take care of this for you bro (see? i'm still awesome and helpful). srsly i need to get laid asap, it's a matter of health.  

bruises are ok, i just hope my boss won't go full al pacino someday.    

yeah stay with gabi, i can sacrifice myself for my big j. and no, no herpes, just bad karma i guess.  

no you won't bang anything. srsly. don't do that to gabi, ok? you'll figure this out together. don't let her down, pls. i wan't nephews and nieces.

no it's ok, i'll take care of the flirting too. focus on gabi, ok? you want me to do something about it? i can txt her if you want..  

uncle jude, i already love that nickname.   i'll teach em how to steal motorcycles and the art of binge-drinking.  

go big dude, that's what i wanted to hear! hm. i'd say something like.. "i know i screwed up. truth is, i can't get over you. would you give me one last chance?" and go full romeo ok (but not the suicide part)

lame?? how dare you, you little ungrateful prick! see, you wanna go big, but your text sounds like you're 15yo dude. grow some balls