Dual

“No I can’t do it anymore,” says G renouncing.

“But you have to, you can’t thrive without it” spoke the man at the darkest corner on the table.

“And who are you to advise me. We met just 10 minutes ago”.

“mhunh my dear, we’ve been friends since you acquire intellect. I am your best friend.”

“What the hell are you talking?” asked G.

“Truth mate. Which is that you exist because I aid you? Without me, you’ll be drawn in your own trench of sorrow and pity. Without me, you’ll lose all your self-importance. Without me, you’ll be a bug ready to get thrashed between the hands of...well any pair of hands”

A dumbfounded G tried to say something but the laws of bio-mechanics diminished that moment. A waitress put 2 glasses of alcohol on the table. G supped his within a blink. The man said “thanks, I don’t consume anymore. I am with the program. 8 months this week.” As soon as he finished G swallowed his glass also.

Retaining his voice by the wonder of alcohol G says insolently “So what you saying is, that... you...do not...”

“What I am saying is this that” interrupts the man “you will not talk to that chick beforehand. If she talks to you first then only you’ll do whatever is that you will be planning this night to do”

All the whiskey has evaporated from G’s consciousness with a splat and he blathers “how… owu… haw… how do you know that? You...”

“How do I know?” the man cut G’s blathering aggressively “You stupid urchin. I am not an encyclopedia that will give you your answers. I am your friend who gives you your strength.”

The man rises from his stance and says”now I shall go. I can’t be seen with you for too long”

G finally overcome his mutism and speaks “What’s your name friend?”

The man turns. He is G himself.

“Look at the table,” he says and walks away.

G throws his glance on the table and sees a word engraved on the table ‘I’.