Love Story

Posted bylou rasmusPosted inPoems, Short StoriesTags:, , , , , , , , , ,

I’m fucking tired of your love stories. And I’m tired of my love stories too. And I just want to move to California and wash all of these words off of me in the ocean. I think that would make me feel better. Refreshed. It might help me sober up, too, because I’m high right now, and I’ve been drinking since I woke up, and I probably need a detox. That’s what she thinks at least. But fuck her, this isn’t about her. And I fucking hate love stories. This is about me, Lou Radmush… I mean Rasmus. Shit. I guess I’m more drunk than I thought. And so I guess that maybe she’s right, and maybe this should be about her. Another fucking love story. I hate myself.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

67 thoughts on “Love Story”

    1. but that’s it. love is a damn mess, and i gave in to it… and i hate myself for that. id be better off not loving. its cleaner that way

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  21. Hey Lou, is not that you “probably”need a detox, is that you really do. And moving to other places won’t help to leave the booze. And I’m talking here from my personal experience. After my first detox I moved to another town, guess what, got back again with the wrong people and started again with the booze, yes, I woke up from a drunken stuppor and my breakfast was 68 cheap cents wine from the supermaket.
    Anyways if I made it you sure can, but it’s one of the hardest things if not the hardest one person can do when he is drunk. I still struggle with it, and is only been 2 months since I left the booze, all my life without it? I think to myself, well I better since at age 35 my medics don’t give me to long of a life jongivity if I keep up drinking as I was.

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      1. Just telling you from my personal account, I’m not your father or friend, but I almost died two times because of the alcohol, and I don’t wish it to my worst enemy, specially how fucked I have the pancreas, I can die any moment, so up to you my friend. I’m not going to feel sorry for you. But it wouold be a waste to the writing “society”.

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      3. I don’t feel shit about you, I have been through it and nobody gave a shit until I myself started to give a shit. Your choice.
        And whe your funeral comes give me the adress so I can be there, not really if you are already dead, but give it to one of your friend, familly whatever. See you on your funeral, your pissing me off my man, as I said I’m not your father or family nor I don’t know you, but having been what I went through I don’t like to see people destroying themselves, if you consider that as I feel a concern for you, nope, you can’t help a person that doesn’t want to be helped.
        But if you stop writing, and real good writing,
        then I and we, loose a good writer. So think about us readers instead of you and your drunkness. As I said before, I do talk from first hand experience.
        Take it easy my man.

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  25. I wanted to comment the other day, but I wasn’t well. Well, I like whatever you write man. The Radmush bit made me laugh a little, but whether it’s love or getting stoned, or just those raw portrayals of life, I prefer reading you to a lot of blogs. And you’ve encouraged me a lot. So thank you.

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