It's never too late to start over. Regrets are for pussies. No matter what lies ahead, it's never too late for you to make up for what you've done in the past. Never too late, unless you're brain-dead, living off the life-support machine. Then it IS too late. You can start regretting anything that comes to mind at that time. Not that you have control of your mind at that time. You're on your own, nigga *flies away*.
Well, jauh nyimpang dah ni.
Aight, let's start with a story.
'twas 27th May. The date of which Danny's been waiting for the whole month. The Pay Day. He called up Larry, his best buddy inviting him for a drink at a stall nearby.
"Wei minum, aku payung kau"
Larry, being a cheap mothafucka, had no objection at all. All he thought at that time was, what should he ordered.
The usual Larry would never be on time for anything. Meetings, datelines, reports were never completed on time. Semayang jangan cakap la. But this time it's different. He was way ahead of Danny, the clockwork. He arrived exactly 13 minutes earlier than the agreed time. So he sat at one of the empty table.
He waited anxiously, his thoughts completely in a tornado state, because he was starving.
Danny arrived 20 minutes after. He got caught in a traffic jam. A car rammed the lorry in front of it. At least that was what Danny saw.
He shook Larry's hand. Then he sat on the chair opposite of Larry's.
The waiter came, and took a shitload of orders. They were all Larry's.
Danny started the conversation by asking Larry's current predicament. They both exchange stories about what's really happening in their lives. Nothing serious in particular. The topics were boring. In fact, the topics should be considered as useless junks you keep getting in your email inbox. They served only two purpose, keeping you occupied and filling up the space.
But the night is young. Danny pulled out a box of ciggarette from his left pocket. He took one cig, and light it up.