Giant Jockey gets revenge

There he was fucking mocking me after all these years with his martini and beer vs. my gay martini and lemon juice, it was only 11am but still made me look like a pussy...
There he was, he looked like a rock star, actually more like a local god, the kind of guy that doesn´t mind dying no further than 5km from where he grew up, he probably went all the way to Tenerife on vacation once but fucking hated it. Bad boys don´t wear shorts...
There he was, cool as ever, you know the type that has sex with prostitutes but doesn´t have to pay and the whores will probably cook and clean for him...
There he was, working class hero, straight out of a Springsteen song, probably never touched a computer, cause that´s how you catch aids, google, blog, swine flu, and all those fucked up diseases and viruses...
There he was, reminded me of Mel Gibson in "Payback" the first and only guy (so far) that beat the living shit out of me, this was over 20 years ago and I was sitting at the table right next to him. He looked exactly the same, a little more seasoned, like he only kicks ass out of principle and not just for fun...
There he was "preaching" to his retarded looking buddies and something was on his chest, he looked at me and for a second I thought he was going to say something like "you were my favorite, it was an honor to kick that beautiful ass" or "I am just jealous", it turns out it was a "I know that fag drinking that fruity drink from somewhere" look...

There he was the big fish swimming in a shit infested little pond rambling on something and the apes were paying attention and me - the little monkey tuned in - blah blah blah, the man is sticking it to me, blah blah blah, I work my ass off, and then he said it, the 6 magical words that set me free from this miserable fuck - "my base salary is 682 euros".
There I was the guy that won the fight after all and all I had to do was sell my soul... "Mel" didn´t get his payback this time around.
What a great day to be a sell-out.

PL