MyDepressionList

Here, Nebko, looking tired, told me, to put it very briefly,
That he was fed up with living among our vile falsehood.
He said that his strength was almost gone, and there were only two options:
Either quickly and painlessly end his life,
Or, gritting his teeth, live out his days like the last louse.
That's the grim alternative he had in mind.
Nebko, as I understood, wanted to go out in style again.
We were sitting calmly with him,
Solid, with good company, drinking sparkling wine.
The summer day slowly moved towards its finale -
First, it gradually darkened, then it gradually brightened.
Deep sound from the speakers was pumping hard,
The subwoofer roared like a Bengal tiger,
A huge bong gurgled with water as usual,
Nebko was complaining about life, and I was silent.
What can you say, I was calmly cutting the solid into pieces,
The CD changer randomly changed the tracks,
The pounding beat was really intense,
In the morning, Arandor appeared, with him whiskey and pills.
It seems that some giggling girls in mini-skirts came by.
We were saved from hunger by melons, sandwiches, and delicious curds,
And, of course, we didn't forget about weed -
We filled the bong often, smoked, and filled it again.
Arandosha left, leaving us with a pile of energy,
And Nebko, the grumbler, stubbornly kept going on about his stuff, in detail:
Life is like shit, hopeless, and so on.
He's really giving off depressive vibes,
Complaining, while we're having a blast in July!
I'm tired of listening to his ridiculous complaints,
When Nebtson whines, it's more pleasant to scrub the decks.
He's a good guy, proven by years,
But when he's down, he sometimes pushes you towards suicide.
I took a sip, clinking the ice against my teeth after drinking the whiskey,
Lit a cigarette, remembered my first place of residence,
School 666, which Nebas and I attended,
The various losers we used to hang out with.
I remembered a lot of things, situations, this or that.
I remembered the stuffy room, where they took us for interrogations,
Endless face-to-face confrontations, how we fooled the stupid investigators,
And I said calmly, exhaling smoke:
"Nebasik, brother, you're not going to change anyway.
You, of course, have the right to ruin your life,
It's Nebas's business, there's no argument here.
But I don't really understand - why?
Someone will do it for you anyway.
You've never done anyone else's job in your life,
So now, drink up, relax, and don't worry.
And if you want to let off some steam,
Let's go to Klov, and take his stuff.
It's time to kick this bastard's ass,
He's flaunting around our neighborhood, and that's just wrong.
Klov has a solid stash,
But I'm sure it will be a good meal for the worms."
So, word after word, and a couple more shots,
And we're driving to deal with the dealer, the wind is pleasantly messing up our hair.
Familiar surroundings, early morning, birds are chirping loudly, a convertible,
Nebos is attaching a pistol to the muffler as usual.
He says, "put in a new silencer, brother" - I put it in.
Klov is screwed, a saber won't help him.