Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle III

VICIOUS CYCLE

III

The following few nights, Critical was walking with his brother to their apartment. General and Critical looked around vigilantly at their surroundings before General pushed his keys into the key hole. They entered the apartment. It was reasonable in size. General took a seat on the sofa, and prepares to smoke some weed, as he produced the materials. Critical arrived from the kitchen, with two alcoholic beverages in hand. He handed one to his brother

“So, how are you feeling?” General asked. Critical took a deep breath

“I’ve been better, still. Since when did you care, bruv?” Critical declared as he took a sip of his beverage

“Why are you gassing? Of course I care. You wouldn’t be with me if I didn’t” General replied

“That thing with T-Rex the other day was cold as ice, man. What was the point? He was remorseful” Critical declared

“Stop acting like a FUCKING BITCH” General said in an annoyed tone “You're always like this. So what if he was remorseful, I don't GIVE A FUCK. I told you, we don’t condone traitors. That’s a one-stop ticket to your grave, you know it and I know it. It’s pointless talking about T-Rex...I don’t give a shit about that waste man”

“Whatever, man” Critical declared as he rose to his feet and walked to the window, viewing the night sky

“You need to fix your tone of voice” General stated, as he blew a puff of smoke into the air “I mean I don’t know what your problem is. We’ve got the life! We’re here, we’ve been rent free for over a year, and so what’s the problem?”

“We’re squatting here man, that’s the problem” Critical replied “We can't stay here forever. I don’t fucking care how this sounds, I miss Mum”

“You’re nineteen years old, for GOODNESS SAKE” General declared “You left the birds’ nest time ago. Wake up to reality man, Mum can’t fucking breast feed you all the time; you’ve got to stand on you own two feet. You have been over the last three years or so, so why bring all this bullshit up now”

“I’ve been repressing it, man” Critical states “To be honest, I feel like shit. Yeah, we got some money, you lead Dons Galore and all that, but I don’t feel like I have a purpose. I feel like I’m just here”

General blew another smoke in the air, and begun to get frustrated with his brother’s negativity

“Look, you are part of this movement. The Dons Galore movement – that’s your purpose, to ride or die for this thing. We’re in it to win it, nothing more, nothing less”

“Fine...” Critical declares in an unimpressed manner “Where’s Ola by the way? I ain’t seen her in time...”

“That bitch was grimy, so I had to let her go” General declared “I had my fun but she was just too kinky for me. I can never be tied down to just one girl. You know my main chick, Charnel; it’s curtains with her as well. Anyway, if I have a girl, I just need a side chick just in case I get bored”

“...The fuck are you on about?” Critical declared, in an unimpressed manner “Well that’s the difference between me and you. I only need one chick at a time. Sometimes I feel we’re the wrong ages, I should be the twenty-three year old, not you”

“You’re fully gassed up in the head” General stated in an unimpressed tone, as he blew another smoke

“...Says the guy who’s puffing weed out of his ears, and I’m gassed?” Critical rhetorically asked “But I can’t lie, I ain’t had a chick for time. It’s kind of boring, and I don’t want no fast girl. I want a damn girlfriend”