Philosophies of boys with nothing to lose

[IsiNYC]

His back had been arched in that awkward position the whole night. The cushions had separated from his bodyweight and he was beginning to sink in the space created between them. Andi’s eyes were still closed and the idea of opening them filled him with anxiety. He spun around trying to find comfort but understood that he wasn’t going to sleep anymore. Bracing himself for the burning sensation he opened each eye slowly and rubbed them trying to alleviate the discomfort.
He had been sleeping in Isak’s living room for 2 weeks now. The unplanned move had made him feel like a stranded refugee although Isak’s place was 2nd best only to his own apartment. The room was saturated in lingering cigarette smoke. The coffee table had fingerprints and ashes that hadn’t quite made it into the ashtray scattered all over it. He leaned over and took a cigarette from an open pack despite knowing he wouldn’t enjoy it. The heavy air of stale smoke was teasing him so he struck a match and lit it, inhaling his first drag of the day. It was harsh on the throat but so smooth in the chest. He leaned back and moved to the side, peeling his skin from the leather couch.
It was 11 in the morning and his stomach was growling. He looked over towards the bedroom and Isak’s door was still closed “You up?” he asked after leaning in - “Yeah, pes minuta”
Isak walked out of his room - cranky, in routine morning fashion. He was a grouch and not very talkative at this hour, unless of course, he’d have a visitor spend the night, in which case he’d forcibly crack a half smile at her comments.


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[IsiNYC]

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In "Slowness" Milan Kundera argues that the world is falling victim to speed. Everyone is constantly rushing, cars are faster and speeding, fast food restaurants are spurning up everywhere replacing traditional ones and the "to go" option isn't limited only to food.

"Why has the pleasure of slowness disappeared? Ah, where have they gone, the amblers of yesteryear? Where have they gone, those loafing heroes of folk song, those vagabonds who roam from one mill to another and bed down under the stars? Have they vanished along with footpaths, with grasslands and clearings, with nature?" |Kundera

-"To Valentinos?" asked Andi
-"Yeah"

Hollywood Cafe was previously named Valentinos Cafe. It kept that name for 8 years before recently changing it to Hollywood, although the regular customers could not bring themselves to call it "Hollywood". It looks cheap, the service is bad and the espressos (their coffee of choice) lack consistency in color and taste.
Its the perfect place to unwind without expecting to run into anyone you know except for the daily patrons that walk into the place.

-"Si flejte?"
-"Mu be kurrizi cope."
-"You wanna get an air mattrass?"
-"Nah...thats money that can go on a perfectly good drink..... why waste it!" Andi exclaimed with a smirk on his face.
Isak laughed....while trying to add sugar to his coffee without spilling it (he always managed to drop some on the table).

[IsiNYC]

It had been months that the two had made a habit of going out nightly. Brooklyn had been rejuvinated by the influx of eastern European emigres, notably, the Russians, who all shared a taste for the extravagant. Bars and lounges had opened up and continued to close and resurrect themselves to appeal to the forever changing tastes of their capricious clientele.

After having spent the better part of the day at Valentinos, Isak had suggested they go have dinner at Anyway Cafe. There are two Anyway Cafes in Brooklyn one on Neck Road and the other at Manhattan Beach 5 minutes apart from eachother. This is odd considering that an owner of such a business goes for variety to cater to tastes rather than duplicating the same establishment in such close proximity. Anyway cafe has a retro look borrowing aspects of the 20's 30's and 40's saloon look and incorporating it with dark polished wood chairs tables and bar. The room is tiled in checkered black and white tiles adding to the feel of the era mentioned above. Besides its signature look, Anyway Cafe provides live entertainment nightly from 10 till 1 ranging from a lone pianist to a two man jazz & rock session. The music is always in good taste and never loud enough to interfere with conversations. The food is excellent and so are the drinks and whenever financially able, the guys visited for a nice meal and a good bottle of wine.

[IsiNYC]

- "Ti hochesh kushajt?"
- "Sorry, I don't speak Russian"
- " Oh, are you eating?" asked the waitress while extending two menus towards them, unwaivered by her mistaken assumption of their nationalities.
-"Yeah, but we don't need the menus. Let me get a glass of Kvanchkara, and the skirt steak - well done"
-"Whats the Russian burger?" Andi asked puzzled while running his index finger by the very menu that had just been denied.
- "Its a burger with tomatoes and lettuce, cheese and fried potato shavings on the side" said the waitress
-"Whats Russian about that?"
The waitress shrugged, not willing to participate in the conversation and asked: "Would you like the Russian burger?"
-"Umm... No....Can I just have a regular burger with cheese tomatos and the fries"
She took his menu and began to walk away after scribbling on her pad.
Knowing full well he'd just ordered the "Russian Burger" Andi raised his voice and said "....and get me a glass of Kvanchkara too"

Smiling he turns to Isak and begins to laugh loudly.

[Fiori]

I like the background of the tale. Interesting topic as well, for guys can be almost as interesting as girls when it comes to "the philosophy of anything" "dhe pike"…Yet nothing new and appealing so far.

I'm glad to read your scrambles in this part of the forum.

Welcome…

[IsiNYC]

fiori, thanx for the compliments.....dhe miresejugjeta

I am glad to know that anyone enjoys reading my whims.

the philosophies, i suppose, will come once the foundation is set to make them appealing.

[Undefined]

I like the background of the tale. Interesting topic as well, for guys can be almost as interesting as girls when it comes to "the philosophy of anything" "dhe pike"…Yet nothing new and appealing so far.

I'm glad to read your scrambles in this part of the forum.

Welcome…

Fiori seriously! i dont understand the reason why you wasted your time reading these "scrambles" as you called these writings "administratore !!!"... Everyone is unique in his/her own way...if u cant get the philosophy you just can't...your problem!!! so u admit it that these writings are interesting/appealing cause u are waiting for something to happen! wake up...its real life...not fictions!


Well, personally, i enjoyed reading your writings..., Nice IsiNYC, they sound so real...and appealing...
Suksese!

[IsiNYC]

Isak's eyes were locked on the entrance. His fork moved mechanically towards his mouth creating a strange image of a machine-like creature. Andi attempted to turn, curious to see what he was missing but was abruptly stopped by:
- "Mos u kthe"
- "Eshte Ela?"
- "Yea....eshte me ate Ku&^en"
She passed by their table and kissed each one on the cheek. An obvious uncomofortability surrounded them as she stood there conversating on behalf of civility.
- "Ohhh look at you guys, you went all out ehh...bottle of wine, dinner.... 4 years and I only got this on occassions" she said with a sarcastic smile, addressing Isak
- " Yeah, well, you know Andi always had a special place in my heart!" he said while winking, knowing full well that there was alot of honesty in her statement despite her trying to pass it off as a joke.

Their meetings had become a perpetual chess game. Both were aware of the damage done by their encounters. However, there was a contant craving beyond anyone's understanding to run into each other. It was a tip of the hat, a hello of sorts. It was healthy voyeurism masqueraded into accidental encounters. In the 4 years they spent together, they had never reached this peak of sexuality as they had during these last 8 months apart.

After some small talk she left the table, defeated, although, her head never bowed. She had the pride of an Albanian highlander, never wavering. She had learned something during those 4 years afterall. Her eyes gazed with ardour during his frequent lectures. He had the ability to inspire her.

Making sure she had disappeared well into the crowded bar, Andi raised his glass with a smile, as if to toast the favorable outcome of the event.

-"You know....you raise your glass to celebrate something but even if I didn't give her the satisfaction she wanted, i still feel sh!tty! ..... its a lose lose for me man...you don't get it"
-"If you couldn't have it your way, you may as well keep your pride and your wits. Why give in to her? Why become her safety net as she walks a tightrope without you? It isn't supposed to be that way. It shouldn't be that if no one better comes along she can always turn to Isak"
-"Hey man, don't make me sound like an absued housewife. I'm not sitting wainting for her to come back. Excuse me....check please"

Isak wanted to leave. The food was finished, so was the wine and he knew that without something to occupy him the night was going to turn sour quickly. She commanded attention, and she usually got it. She was often approached while out and he had seen it happen on numerous occasions. This time however, he chose to leave, aware that the night was too young to ruin with the jealous tendencies that took over him in such events.

[IsiNYC]

-"Te Miami?"
-"Ok"

Isak knew that Miami Lounge was the next reasonable place to go to. It was their spot. They had earned the name "Absolut Redbull", it was no coincidence. In the last 2 months they had practically paid Miami's rent with the amount of money spent there. It was impossible for her to follow them there that night, it would have been utter surrender on her part, something he knew was impossible.

In the car Isak put on an upbeat song as if to say "...see, I'm fine." He was well aware, however, that it was a weak disguise for a friend that new him so well. Both lit their cigarettes and stayed silent for most of the ride, comfortably withdrawn into their own worlds.

It was a cool night but Isak was still sweating. The feelings brewing inside of him, mixed with the wine brought forth a cool sweat. 'There she goes...' he thought, 'Its you baby... - ...you're leaving' suggesting that the perspiration was her departing from inside of him. He leaned back and raised his head slightly upwards, raising his nose towards the roof of the car, took a pull from his cigarette and tried to fill the emptiness he dreamed was created by her sweaty farewell. Exhale. A swirling clowd of smoke surrounded him, dancing around his face. It moved seductively about him, leaving its sent on his clothes his car seats his hair and his body. She was still there.

[DeLiRiUm TrEmEnS]

I like the background of the tale. Interesting topic as well, for guys can be almost as interesting as girls when it comes to "the philosophy of anything" "dhe pike"…Yet nothing new and appealing so far.

I'm glad to read your scrambles in this part of the forum.

Welcome…

Where is the "tale"?! The philosophy of "some" girls is that they are always looking to find the pleasure as soon as they can, the "philosophy of boys" (our own philosophy) is to keep hanging around, indiferently, as nothing is happening; ... and that's what he is doing. ... Simply, nothing to lose.