Niko + Changchang


Where Nutella Got Run Over And Where I Almost Died

Where Nutella Got Run Over And Where I Almost Died

The Racist Gangbanger

Nutella didn’t disappear during our vacation in Budapest.  That was a complete lie.  He got run over by some white soccer thug in a low-riding Vasas cap who was racing down Fortuna Utca in a dirty white Mercedes.  I was walking Nutella after work, when he rushed into the street (like he always did) and that asshole driver was RACING through Castle Hill when he ran right over our baby dog, crushing his skull and just driving away.  I screamed and chased after him through Buda for twenty minutes to Chain Bridge, until I was lost him somewhere in the middle of Pest, holding our dead Dachsund in my arms with tears corroding my cheeks.  When I saw him again twenty minutes later driving through a back alley like sketchster, I followed behind him when he hit the brakes, rolled down his window, and pulled out a e-gun at me.  He shouted in English: walk the fuck away, you chinky Asian bitch, before I nanocap your skinny ass.  I gulped and stepped back.  The truth is, wanted to tell you the truth when I got home, but that was the day you’d got three rejections for grad school (from USC, Yale, and Columbia).  And you wondered why I was sweaty and shaking and raging with tears in my eyes like a kimo-kawaii doll.  Two months later, you broke up with me, and I know you blamed me for Nutella's death.  I should have told you.  But then again, you should have asked.


 

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