12 Jun Dear diary, Bilta is a jerk and digital.Bilfty2.1 is completely, utterly, useless, I pause and take a sip of soda, they’re awesome, yo.
“Boss”, Bilta replies as he takes a sip of water from his digital.canteen, “why do you keep saying such bad, and awful, things about us, yo?”
“Because, I can”, I reply as I shrug, “what’s it to you? I am merely trying to help. We all need that friend who says what we are thinking but want to avoid. Consider me like a friend–but, also, your worst enemy.”
“I want a hotdog”, digital.Bilfty2.1 replies as he sits down on the pine tree stump, “also, a bag of digital.papitas.”
“Bilfty”, I reply as I set my bookbag on the ground, “we have no time for small talk or hidden innuendos. We neet to get straight to the destination–according to my compass, it should just be 17 minutes past a heaping side of I don’t care.”
I pause; I sit down on the ground; I reach into my bag and pull out a couple bags of papitas; always, keep some extra potato chips around for friends.
I toss a bag to Bilta; another one to digital.Bilfty2.1.
“So boys”, I continue speaking as I roll my eyes, “you going to do any hiking today–you just running your mouth or your legs. We need to get to the rendezous spot before sunset to catch the spacejet to Planet UWMQ. Last time, that I went this way, it took a full day to do the hike–that means that we need to limit our stops. Try to suck it up for one day, yo.”
“My feet hurt, boss”, Bilta replies as he takes off his shoe, “I think that I have a blister.”
“Me too”, digital.Bilfty2.1 exclaims as he rubs his shoulders, “I wasn’t really prepared for this adventure. Can I just catch a digital.bus back to the digital.depot and digital.transport back to Dorinto.”
“There’s no more buses there, Bilfty”, I sigh as I open a bottle of soda, “there’s just no more buses.”
“Ok”, he replies as he sighs.
He reaches his hand into the bag of digital.papitas; he grabs a handful; shoves them into his mouth.
“Have you tried B12 before?”, I ask Bilta as I turn my head to him, “I think that it would really help you with your energy.”
“Are you prescribing something for me, yo?”, he asks as he sighs, “I got enough problems without some nobody telling me what to fucking do.”
“Yeah”, I reply as I reach my hand back in my backpack, “we all do.”
I grab a digital.bottle; I open it up and shake a couple small green spheres onto my hand. I toss one to him.
“Try this”, I continue speaking as I toss another one to digital.Bilfty2.1, “you should also try a couple digital.oranges and a gentle helping of a swift kick to the
I pause; I sigh.
“Just forget about it–but, there will be a large helping of a fist of five finger fury in your, not so pretty, face if you don’t try to take the pill.”
“Orange you glad that I’m here, yo”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to me, “I make everything better.”
I punch him in the face; he falls off the small wooden stump.
“You’re right”, I respond as I rub my hands, “that did make it better.”
I smile; I turn my head to digital.Bilfty2.1. He puts the pill in his mouth; he smiles.
“That wasn’t so bad”, he replies as he turns his head to Bilta on the ground, “glad that I’m not that dude.”