PRAY !

“……..”

“ Man, fucking Aizen. Every so often he rings me up or shoots me a text asking if I wanna play dice with him and every so often I start to try to say no, but he fucking picks up on that so fast and his fun quirky demeanor drops. No longer laughing and being bubbly, he starts to remind me of the file he has in his possession that would simply ruin me if it fell into the wrong hands. And so with tears in my eye I reluctantly agree to play dice with Aizen. It’s always in a back alley behind some strip mall. Gross and rank. Aizen hunched over a damp piece of cardboard he uses to roll his dice on. I always ask Aizen, I say Aizen you’re so rich and famous, can’t we please play dice in like a highrise penthouse or something? Thinking of the nice all you can eat buffet that would surely be there. All highrise penthouses have all you eat buffets. I’m pretty sure it’s like some sort of requirement. If I’m going play fucking dice with Aizen​, let me at least get my fill on some slightly warmer than room temp fries. But he always just grunts a no, and then rolls his dice, not looking at me at all. And holy shit, I’m not a man who believes in luck but… Aizen is turning me into a believer because he has to be the unluckiest person in the world. Every role he does, pure shit. I don’t even really know how to play dice but fuck, I play like some kinda world champ when I play with him. And fuck, his goddamn temper. It doesn’t take much to set him off. Screaming and shouting and huffing and puffing. This fucking back alley we play in has a number of cracks in the walls from him just pounding his fists into them after each of my rolls. Fucking cracks. Brick walls. Fucking cracks. At the end of the game when I inevitably beat him, he pulls out a knife and just slices or stabs me before running off into the shadows to go fucking goofy white guy dance as he interviews Channing Tatum or something, fuck! 

And holy shit, speak of the devil, would you look at this… ”