On Cheating.

Last night, I eavesdropped on a couple in downtown (or so it was). The man actually caught his lover cheating on him. I think they were on the verge of breaking up. Poor man. He was played.

"F*ck you for cheating on me. F*ck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. F*ck you. This isn't about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives.You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something; and you killed it when its back was turned."

Je vous l'avais bien dit.