It's my thirty... and something birthday...
Has anybody ever thought how much can a single day make somebody angry ?
Right in the morning I got phone calls from all my acquaintance, all colleagues... family...
From everybody who by mistake remembered the date of my birthday.
I get flowers ( for what the hell I need flowers ? What should I do with it ? Plant it ?? ) presents ( mostly not useful things like new plate or new cup... I could use a new gun but a cup ? )
Colleagues at work make a ⌠surprise■ party where all the time they keep asking me which birthday it is and when do I get married ( am I an old lady or something ? )
Than, they show me their friends ( nice, stupid girls who keep asking me ⌠What do you do for living■ or ⌠ Do you like discos ■ )
After that everyone just tries to make me to have a drink.( after so many drinks I should die there )
And finally when I really want that day to be over they just keep asking ⌠Did you have a good time ?■ And what I am supposed to say ? ⌠No, I hated the day and all you've done to screw it ?■ No... I have to thank they and smile .
Smile when I feel like killing them all.
Well ...It's THAT day again...
Early morning... First phone call...
⌠Paul ! Happy Birthday !! I want...■
Something had just come into my mind...
⌠Wait... sorry ... I can't hear you ... What?...■
Happily smiling I turn the phone off and put it on the table. I take my gun and leave the house. Sometimes I just need a day off...