Il Est Cinglé...Or Peut-Être Je Le Suis Poem by Atef Ayadi

One bartender who i admired dearly, for one
he was working on his P.H.D on philo, came and shouted at me
.....F2 you...F3 you; the next day came to me and apologized
...i told him that in both instances....nothing is for me or about me...he backed off silently.....while keeping his eyes fixed on me...this made him more angry....i can tell from..his teeth..
This bartender (majored in library science and worked in the main library in town as well as his young brother who is a bartender too) .......he came to my table, outside, and told me:
you are a nihilist, there is something in our values you may consider?
i told him, in dealing with values, the only thing sacred is life, and life means no control....i went inside to the counter to ask for another beer....he bought me a can of old style and kept shouting while his face approached a foot from mine....i know what does means male to male face to face....it is a primitive display of aggression...to tell you the truth i am very comfortable...i content to feel alive....cause this poor guy is talking about him self...there is nothing about me or for me....