Hmm?

Where the f*** am I? It smells so bad, I feel something funny in my foot, that’s probably where the smell comes from. While carefully crawling out of this dog house, I hit somebody’s feet with my head. He kicks me (lol). I spark with anger and call him out. He, suddenly, turns around looking really angry and says “uhhhh what?” I recognize him the moment he shows his face, this is my old friend from high school, Hashida, but he doesn’t seem to remember me, so I scream out his name, hoping that he might recognize me. He still doesn’t know who I am and gets confused because I know his name. He drops his offensive attitude, and I think that he’s approachable now. He glances on my legs, which I just remembered, that are covered with shit. He looks at my legs and says “ holy s*** dude what the f*** is that? Your legs are covered in shit”. Since he still doesn’t remember me, I start introducing myself. “My name is Yuto -- the unfortunate! We studied in Oda High together!” 

“Oh shit it is you! I thought that face looked familiar. It’s been 7 years now since we last spoke. Why do you look like this?! what happened?!” - said Hashida. I reply back: “It really went down the road after I met this girl, Ritsuka; she is very pretty and has a nice character, but her mother kept abusing her all the time. One day, we decided to confront her mother in her house, demanding that she lives with me from now on, but she did not permit it. So we, being the young teenagers we are, decided to run away together all the way over to Hokkaido. But that was the dumbest decision in my life because Ritsuka turned out to be like her disgusting mother, and then she robbed me of everything and somehow managed to lose it all, and we left each other. Afterwards, I managed to go back to Tokyo as this old guy gave me a ride in his truck, while delivering some animal pelts he skinned off to the market, trying to make some coin. This was around 2 years ago. I tried to call her through these public phones using some of the very little money I had. I got through, who answered wasn’t Ritsuka, but the lady landlord that rented us our 6 tatami apartment. I asked where is the girl that used to live with me. She stayed silent for a moment then slowly started speaking. At first, she was muttering words but then started to talk more clearly. Apparently, our place smelled really bad, so she decided to barge in, only to see Ritsuka hanging off the ceiling. Upon hearing this, I started to vomit in agony -- I still loved her. I left the phone booth with the handle hanging and started walking slowly towards a lamp pole. I then sat in a corner on the street with my back pressed to the wall,which belongs to a nearby post office. The workers there picked me up and called an ambulance. As I leave the hospital, I thought to myself what the f** am I going to do now?” I take a deep breath and a sigh. It looks like we’ve walked quite the distance while I was telling my story and I recall going to this place before. Hashida comments, “Wow dude, this is really f***ed up. Honestly, now I don’t mind that you were walking for about 2 kilometers with shit on your legs. Your story is like something from a manga.” After saying this, Hashida stayed quiet for a moment and looked ahead in the distance. He said he was in a hurry so he told me where to find him if I need help and left.

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