Bar Jokes

*Bar Jokes*

Two guys talking in a bar:

Guy 1: So just like that, you left her huh?

Guy 2: Yup.

Guy 1: God damn man, that’s bold.

Guy 2: I don’t know, I guess I think she deserves someone better. Someone who knows what they’re doing, or at least someone who knows who they are.

They sit in silence for a moment

Guy 1: And you think there’s someone out there who really knows that much?

Guy 2: I don’t know, I guess so... there must be, right?

Guy 1: Not really.

Guy 2: No, there HAS to be. Even if that’s a lie, I gotta keep telling myself that.

Guy 1: Why?

Guy 2: Because that’s the only way I can feel comfortable. I don’t want to be the best she ever had. That’s a terrifying thought to have.

Guy 1: You don’t wanna be the best?

Guy 2: No. Because I want the best for her, and leaving the way I did, I know she’d never want me back, but I want the best for her, but if I’m the best, she’ll never have it, and I can’t live with that.

There is more silence

Guy 2: I’d rather live a flimsy lie, than a harsh truth.

Guy 1: Well, that’s fucking retarded.

END

P.E.N.T.C.I.

Country Roads

Country Roads

By: Rodolfo Perez

I’m learning to die,

Living to consume,

And learning to lie.

I don’t understand very much,

Like why she would give me that “lOOk”

Or why I became too afraid to touch.

I fell asleep in Mexico,

I woke up in reality,

I keep telling myself to let go,

As if my life is built on duality.

I do terrible things to remind myself how good life can be,

But I lose myself in the process.

Now I just face the crowds with a smile and glee,

Falling deeper and feeling less free.

I keep telling myself “this is what it means to feel!”

But I question whether life is worth feeling for.

It’s the pain of silent dread, but at least it’s real,

Rather this than the roar of unauthenticity.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

P.E.N.T.C.I.