"This man has created more problems than you know."
"All I wanted was a living room set."
Reggie tried to get up. The man in work clothes hit him in the arm with the bat.
"You ready to have some fun Tummy?"
The man in work clothes grabbed Reggie by his hair and yanked him to his feet. Then he motioned to Deloris to come with as pushed Reggie through the doorway into the hall. Deloris was scared.
"Hey, what's going on here," yelled Jeremy as he burst into the hallway.
The man in work clothes choked up on the bat, swung, and hit Jeremy over the top of the head. Jeremy fell against the wall then slumped to the ground. He was knocked unconscious.
The man in work clothes told Deloris to grab Jeremy and pull him into the living room. She did as he asked.
In the living room the man in work clothes set up two chairs from the kitchen back to back. Reggie was too stunned to do anything but lie on the floor. Deloris sat down on the couch and watched. She was just happy that the man had not hit her.
The man in work clothes sat Reggie and Jeremy back to back on the chairs. He secured them with duct tape around their waists, torsos and ankles.
Jeremy began to come to.
"What's happening Reggie," asked Jeremy.
"I...I dunno," mumbled Reggie.
Deloris sat with her mouth closed watching the horror unfold.
"You both know what's going on here. You are two disgusting pigs," said the man in work clothes.
"I don't even know who you are," said Reggie.
"But you knew my wife. Didn't you?"
"Who is your wife?"
"She was on your fucking website. You fat fuck," yelled the man in work clothes.
"There are a lot of girls on that website. Man why are you doing this," asked Jeremy. His eyes were dilated from the concussion he had just received.
"You can keep your mouth shut," said the man in work clothes as he duct taped Jeremy's mouth.
"Tummy, how does it feel to know that you got yourself and your friends into this?"
"I didn't do shit. You did this."
"Really, don't you know what happened to Brenda after your little fuck session?"
"No, I don't. I don't even remember Brenda."
"Let me tell you then. She took that money you gave her and went out and bought some dope. I came home from a hard day at work and found her dead in the bathroom. I found your business card in her purse. I checked out your website. I saw her. Now you know the rest of what is going to happen."
The man in work clothes and Reggie locked eyes. Blood ran down Reggie's forehead pooling around the collar of his shirt. Reggie lowered his head.
The man in work clothes turned to Deloris.
"This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you."
He swung his bat and smacked her with it across the temple. She hit the ground with a loud smack. Then he left the house and went out to his car and got a drill from the backseat of his car. He walked back into the house and pulled the trigger of the drill. He looked at the bit spin.
"Are you ready for an life changing moment."
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Muffin Top Sonata
"Can I stay here with you man? I'm really drunk. I mean really drunk," asked Reggie's friend Jeremy.
"I am kinda busy here. I got this girl in back."
"I don't care man. I'm too drunk to walk back home and you had the closest place to.."
"Just stop right there. Come on in. Man you are going to have to hang out downstairs for a while. I have to finish this shoot and do a web cam show."
Jeremy went downstairs. Reggie went back to Deloris.
"I'm sorry about that my friend showed up drunk. He needed a place to crash."
"So do your friends call you Tummy," asked Deloris laughing.
"No, that is just a character I invented to do this. I couldn't really put Reggie Smith at the top. I mean, I have a job to keep in mind."
"But your face and everything else of yours is on there."
"Yeah, but at least not my real name. And I thought Tummy Tumson was cute."
"It's something."
"You ready to finish up the still part of this."
Reggie took more pictures of Deloris. She really liked having someone take pictures of her her naked. It was freeing for her. She never really thought herself to be attractive. Ever since she was in middle school boys and men called her fat, or disgusting, or whatever derogatory term came to mind. She liked the attention, even though she was compromising her goals in a way she never ever thought she would.
"You ready to do the real deal now? I've got lube in that drawer behind you why don't you grab it."
Deloris opened the door and took out the lube. She felt an anxiety attack coming on. She had anxiety issues ever since she was young.
"Yeah, just give me a minute," said Deloris as she grabbed her purse and went to the bathroom. Ronnie had given her half the money when she got there and was going to give her the other half when the shoot was over. If she didn't need the money so bad she would have climbed out the bathroom window. She didn't really want to have sex with Reggie "Tummy Tumson" Smith, but she was going to. She was going to get that living room set. She took two anti-anxiety pills from a bottle in her purse.
Then there was a loud crash from the bedroom. Deloris opened the bathroom door and saw a man with a baseball bat standing over Reggie who was lying on the floor bleeding out of his head.
"Oh, little thing. You sure showed up at the wrong time," said the man.
"I am kinda busy here. I got this girl in back."
"I don't care man. I'm too drunk to walk back home and you had the closest place to.."
"Just stop right there. Come on in. Man you are going to have to hang out downstairs for a while. I have to finish this shoot and do a web cam show."
Jeremy went downstairs. Reggie went back to Deloris.
"I'm sorry about that my friend showed up drunk. He needed a place to crash."
"So do your friends call you Tummy," asked Deloris laughing.
"No, that is just a character I invented to do this. I couldn't really put Reggie Smith at the top. I mean, I have a job to keep in mind."
"But your face and everything else of yours is on there."
"Yeah, but at least not my real name. And I thought Tummy Tumson was cute."
"It's something."
"You ready to finish up the still part of this."
Reggie took more pictures of Deloris. She really liked having someone take pictures of her her naked. It was freeing for her. She never really thought herself to be attractive. Ever since she was in middle school boys and men called her fat, or disgusting, or whatever derogatory term came to mind. She liked the attention, even though she was compromising her goals in a way she never ever thought she would.
"You ready to do the real deal now? I've got lube in that drawer behind you why don't you grab it."
Deloris opened the door and took out the lube. She felt an anxiety attack coming on. She had anxiety issues ever since she was young.
"Yeah, just give me a minute," said Deloris as she grabbed her purse and went to the bathroom. Ronnie had given her half the money when she got there and was going to give her the other half when the shoot was over. If she didn't need the money so bad she would have climbed out the bathroom window. She didn't really want to have sex with Reggie "Tummy Tumson" Smith, but she was going to. She was going to get that living room set. She took two anti-anxiety pills from a bottle in her purse.
Then there was a loud crash from the bedroom. Deloris opened the bathroom door and saw a man with a baseball bat standing over Reggie who was lying on the floor bleeding out of his head.
"Oh, little thing. You sure showed up at the wrong time," said the man.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Tummy Tumpson's XXX Muffin Tops
Reggie was a man who owned a website: Tummy Tumpson's XXX Muffin Tops. The website featured slightly overweight women in various erotic positions, engaging in lewd sexual acts. He enjoyed building his website at night and working as a sales associate at a discount furniture store during the day.
The nights were Reggie's time to let himself indulge in everything he was really about. He loved setting up the camera to record while he did something degrading to whoever was his subject that night while subscribers payed to watch. Some nights were tame, others were wild. He had a base of fans that logged in every night.
Reggie's job at the furniture store was the financial security he needed to pay his bills the website furthered his selfishness. He was a good salesman. People believed what he said whether selling furniture or smut. He delivered on his promises.
One sunny Saturday afternoon a woman named Deloris came into the store. She wanted to buy a new living room set for her apartment, but didn't have the money or the credit to secure financing. Reggie had sized her up and liked the way she looked from the moment she walked into the store. He told her that he might know how she could get that living room set and gave her his cell phone number.
Deloris called Reggie the next day. They met up at a diner close to where he lived. He explained to her about his website. At first, she was a little offended. When he offered her the five hundred dollars to buy that furniture set she signed the photo release form.
They went back to his house and he had her take a shower and get into an outfit he picked up for another girl her size that never showed up. He had her put on make up and began taking photos of her.
The pictures were suggestive at first, then he asked her to do stuff with sex toys. She did as he asked.
There was a knock on Reggie's front door.
The nights were Reggie's time to let himself indulge in everything he was really about. He loved setting up the camera to record while he did something degrading to whoever was his subject that night while subscribers payed to watch. Some nights were tame, others were wild. He had a base of fans that logged in every night.
Reggie's job at the furniture store was the financial security he needed to pay his bills the website furthered his selfishness. He was a good salesman. People believed what he said whether selling furniture or smut. He delivered on his promises.
One sunny Saturday afternoon a woman named Deloris came into the store. She wanted to buy a new living room set for her apartment, but didn't have the money or the credit to secure financing. Reggie had sized her up and liked the way she looked from the moment she walked into the store. He told her that he might know how she could get that living room set and gave her his cell phone number.
Deloris called Reggie the next day. They met up at a diner close to where he lived. He explained to her about his website. At first, she was a little offended. When he offered her the five hundred dollars to buy that furniture set she signed the photo release form.
They went back to his house and he had her take a shower and get into an outfit he picked up for another girl her size that never showed up. He had her put on make up and began taking photos of her.
The pictures were suggestive at first, then he asked her to do stuff with sex toys. She did as he asked.
There was a knock on Reggie's front door.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Lies In Veins
Bob's obsession with Bianca had disrupted his sleep for the past week. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since she came to the recycling center and fucked him in the storage container. After his Mom went to bed he called her number that he got from Juan.
"Hello."
"Hey, Bianca, this is Bob."
"Who?"
"Bob from the recycling center."
"Oh, yeah. Juan's friend."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Hey Bob, can you call me back in like twenty minutes?"
"Yeah."
Bob hung up the phone and felt an excitement that he had never felt before. He counted every minute until it was time to call her back.
Her phone rang and rang, he got her voice mail.
"What the fuck," Bob said out loud. His heart pounded. He felt rejected.
Then his phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey, I'm sorry. I was just finishing up something."
"Oh, no problemo."
"So, you want to see me?"
"Yeah, I do. Can I see you tonight?"
"Ah, tonight?"
"I have money."
"Well my fee is three hundred dollars tonight."
"What? Juan told me that he just paid you fifty the other day."
"That was then, and this is now. If you want to see me tonight it's three hundred. You got it?"
"I only have a hundred fifty."
"I will give you a half hour for that."
"Okay."
Bob had three hundred dollars, but he didn't want to give up his whole paycheck. They made arrangements to meet up in an hour at his place. They were going to have conduct business in his garage if he was going to hide what he was doing from his Mom.
At the hour mark exactly Bianca showed up. Bob was waiting outside smoking a cigarette. She looked a lot better in the night than she had did the day he saw her.
"So, you ready for me," she asked.
"Yeah, but we have to do this the garage so my Mom doesn't find out," said Bob nervously.
"No funny stuff alright. Just straight sex."
"Yeah, that is what I'm about. I have never tried anything else."
"Okay. Some guys just get into weird stuff."
Bob took her behind the house to the garage. The garage was a little brick structure built in the 1930's. There was a light in the middle of the room which was just dim enough to hide the sins which were about to be committed. There was an old couch in the corner and a card table with chairs set up around it in the middle of the room.
"I have to fix up real quick," said Bianca as she sat at the table. Bob thought that she was talking about fixing her hair.
She pulled a needle, spoon and a bottle of water out of her purse. She pulled a small knotted baggie of heroin from her bra.
Bob sat down across from her. He watched her cook up the dope and draw it up into the needle.
"Give me your belt," she demanded.
"Are you going to do this right now?"
"Well, I have to get into character," she smiled a smile that melted his heart.
Bob gave her his belt and watched her shoot up. He thought she looked so peaceful putting that needle in her vein. When she pulled it out she had a content look on her face that he hadn't seen on anyone living before. The closest to that look he had ever seen was on his father's face laying in his casket at the funeral.
"Can you believe I used to have to have someone else shoot me up?"
"No, you look like you really know what you are doing. Do you think I can have one?"
Bianca smiled. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Yeah," Bob lied.
"I only have this rig," she pointed to the needle she had just used. "Does that bother you?"
"No. That's okay."
"You will have to pay me for the shot. This stuff costs. Even for me."
"Get it ready. I want the same amount you just shot."
She poured a quarter of what was left from the bag into the spoon. Then she drew water from the bottle with the syringe. She shot the water into the spoon and mixed it around and heated it with a cigarette lighter. Bob noticed a tiny dark piece of cotton in the spoon. She sucked the liquefied heroin through the cotton back into her syringe.
"Do I have to shoot you up?"
"Yes, I'm a little rusty."
"How long has it been?"
"A couple months."
"Really?"
"I used to do it with a guy from work."
"Oh, who?"
"Mike, he's not there anymore."
She fixed up the shot.
"How much are you giving me," she asked.
"Does fifty bucks cover it?"
Bob pulled the fifty out of his wallet and gave it to her.
"I thought you had a hundred and fifty."
He gave her the hundred and fifty. She shook her head and grinned.
Then she tossed the belt to him.
"Well...ah.."
"Tie your arm off."
He wrapped the belt around his arm as she had done. She took his arm and found a vein. She stuck the needle into his arm. His face tensed.
"Don't worry baby everyone lies."
"Hello."
"Hey, Bianca, this is Bob."
"Who?"
"Bob from the recycling center."
"Oh, yeah. Juan's friend."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Hey Bob, can you call me back in like twenty minutes?"
"Yeah."
Bob hung up the phone and felt an excitement that he had never felt before. He counted every minute until it was time to call her back.
Her phone rang and rang, he got her voice mail.
"What the fuck," Bob said out loud. His heart pounded. He felt rejected.
Then his phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey, I'm sorry. I was just finishing up something."
"Oh, no problemo."
"So, you want to see me?"
"Yeah, I do. Can I see you tonight?"
"Ah, tonight?"
"I have money."
"Well my fee is three hundred dollars tonight."
"What? Juan told me that he just paid you fifty the other day."
"That was then, and this is now. If you want to see me tonight it's three hundred. You got it?"
"I only have a hundred fifty."
"I will give you a half hour for that."
"Okay."
Bob had three hundred dollars, but he didn't want to give up his whole paycheck. They made arrangements to meet up in an hour at his place. They were going to have conduct business in his garage if he was going to hide what he was doing from his Mom.
At the hour mark exactly Bianca showed up. Bob was waiting outside smoking a cigarette. She looked a lot better in the night than she had did the day he saw her.
"So, you ready for me," she asked.
"Yeah, but we have to do this the garage so my Mom doesn't find out," said Bob nervously.
"No funny stuff alright. Just straight sex."
"Yeah, that is what I'm about. I have never tried anything else."
"Okay. Some guys just get into weird stuff."
Bob took her behind the house to the garage. The garage was a little brick structure built in the 1930's. There was a light in the middle of the room which was just dim enough to hide the sins which were about to be committed. There was an old couch in the corner and a card table with chairs set up around it in the middle of the room.
"I have to fix up real quick," said Bianca as she sat at the table. Bob thought that she was talking about fixing her hair.
She pulled a needle, spoon and a bottle of water out of her purse. She pulled a small knotted baggie of heroin from her bra.
Bob sat down across from her. He watched her cook up the dope and draw it up into the needle.
"Give me your belt," she demanded.
"Are you going to do this right now?"
"Well, I have to get into character," she smiled a smile that melted his heart.
Bob gave her his belt and watched her shoot up. He thought she looked so peaceful putting that needle in her vein. When she pulled it out she had a content look on her face that he hadn't seen on anyone living before. The closest to that look he had ever seen was on his father's face laying in his casket at the funeral.
"Can you believe I used to have to have someone else shoot me up?"
"No, you look like you really know what you are doing. Do you think I can have one?"
Bianca smiled. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Yeah," Bob lied.
"I only have this rig," she pointed to the needle she had just used. "Does that bother you?"
"No. That's okay."
"You will have to pay me for the shot. This stuff costs. Even for me."
"Get it ready. I want the same amount you just shot."
She poured a quarter of what was left from the bag into the spoon. Then she drew water from the bottle with the syringe. She shot the water into the spoon and mixed it around and heated it with a cigarette lighter. Bob noticed a tiny dark piece of cotton in the spoon. She sucked the liquefied heroin through the cotton back into her syringe.
"Do I have to shoot you up?"
"Yes, I'm a little rusty."
"How long has it been?"
"A couple months."
"Really?"
"I used to do it with a guy from work."
"Oh, who?"
"Mike, he's not there anymore."
She fixed up the shot.
"How much are you giving me," she asked.
"Does fifty bucks cover it?"
Bob pulled the fifty out of his wallet and gave it to her.
"I thought you had a hundred and fifty."
He gave her the hundred and fifty. She shook her head and grinned.
Then she tossed the belt to him.
"Well...ah.."
"Tie your arm off."
He wrapped the belt around his arm as she had done. She took his arm and found a vein. She stuck the needle into his arm. His face tensed.
"Don't worry baby everyone lies."
No One Forgets
Jeremy lived alone in an efficiency apartment on the east side of town. He liked not having any roommates. He worked as a fork lift operator at a warehouse about twenty minutes away from his apartment. He liked his job.
After work every night he would come home and make himself something to eat, take a nap and go out to this bar around the corner from his apartment. He had a few friends at the bar who he would bullshit with about his day, or whatever was going on in sports. He would occasionally play songs on the jukebox whenever he wanted to remember some time that he was drinking to forget about.
On Thursday night, Mr. Biggly came in the bar. Jeremy had already been in his usual spot at the bar for a few hours. Mr. Biggly was not wearing his usual Denver Bronco's jacket or hat.
"Where's the Broncos shit Biggly," yelled Jeremy. Jeremy had hated the Broncos ever since they had John Elway on the team. He always taunted Biggly about his affection for the football team.
"Not today kid. I have had a rough one."
Jeremy ordered a beer for Biggly. Biggly sat next to him at the bar. Jeremy was on his sixth gin and tonic.
"So what happened to you today? You look like shit."
"Ah, my daughter. She came over to the house yelling at me about god knows what."
"Don't worry about it. But what's up with no Broncos shit? I've never seen you without something from that bullshit franchise on."
"I got my Broncos boxers on," Biggly laughed. "You want a shot?"
"You buying? You cheap ass."
"Yeah, well I got it."
Mr. Biggly and Jeremy drank and swapped stories all night. At bar close, Mr. Biggly talked Jeremy into going back to his house and finish up a bottle of vodka with him. Jeremy had to be at work in the morning, but he figured he could get away with only a few hours sleep.
Mr. Biggly drove Jeremy to his house. Coach Parr and three other fathers from the football team were sitting on Mr. Biggly's porch drinking beer.
"What's this shit," said Biggly as he got out of his car. Jeremy just sat in the car watching the inevitable unfold.
"Biggly we don't like you hanging around the practice field," said one of the fathers.
"Yeah, well what the fuck are you doing on my porch?"
"We've been waiting for you all night. We're gonna teach you a lesson. You're going to stop looking at them kids."
The men all rushed Biggly and started beating him. He tried to put up a fight, but he was too drunk.
When the men were done beating Mr. Biggly they left. Jeremy got out of the car and picked up Mr. Biggly.
"I got in a couple good hits, didn't I?"
"You did the best you could have Biggly."
Jeremy got Mr. Biggly into his house and set him in a kitchen chair.
"You still want a drink kid?"
After work every night he would come home and make himself something to eat, take a nap and go out to this bar around the corner from his apartment. He had a few friends at the bar who he would bullshit with about his day, or whatever was going on in sports. He would occasionally play songs on the jukebox whenever he wanted to remember some time that he was drinking to forget about.
On Thursday night, Mr. Biggly came in the bar. Jeremy had already been in his usual spot at the bar for a few hours. Mr. Biggly was not wearing his usual Denver Bronco's jacket or hat.
"Where's the Broncos shit Biggly," yelled Jeremy. Jeremy had hated the Broncos ever since they had John Elway on the team. He always taunted Biggly about his affection for the football team.
"Not today kid. I have had a rough one."
Jeremy ordered a beer for Biggly. Biggly sat next to him at the bar. Jeremy was on his sixth gin and tonic.
"So what happened to you today? You look like shit."
"Ah, my daughter. She came over to the house yelling at me about god knows what."
"Don't worry about it. But what's up with no Broncos shit? I've never seen you without something from that bullshit franchise on."
"I got my Broncos boxers on," Biggly laughed. "You want a shot?"
"You buying? You cheap ass."
"Yeah, well I got it."
Mr. Biggly and Jeremy drank and swapped stories all night. At bar close, Mr. Biggly talked Jeremy into going back to his house and finish up a bottle of vodka with him. Jeremy had to be at work in the morning, but he figured he could get away with only a few hours sleep.
Mr. Biggly drove Jeremy to his house. Coach Parr and three other fathers from the football team were sitting on Mr. Biggly's porch drinking beer.
"What's this shit," said Biggly as he got out of his car. Jeremy just sat in the car watching the inevitable unfold.
"Biggly we don't like you hanging around the practice field," said one of the fathers.
"Yeah, well what the fuck are you doing on my porch?"
"We've been waiting for you all night. We're gonna teach you a lesson. You're going to stop looking at them kids."
The men all rushed Biggly and started beating him. He tried to put up a fight, but he was too drunk.
When the men were done beating Mr. Biggly they left. Jeremy got out of the car and picked up Mr. Biggly.
"I got in a couple good hits, didn't I?"
"You did the best you could have Biggly."
Jeremy got Mr. Biggly into his house and set him in a kitchen chair.
"You still want a drink kid?"
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Recycling Center
"Friends who needs them. They will always disappoint you. They always fall short," said Bob's Mom.
"Your father was the only friend I ever needed. He was there for me Bob. He was there for me, and you know how hard my life was. I grew up in an orphanage. I had no one. Then your father came and rescued me."
"I know Mom."
"Now you get off to work. I'll have something nice for supper for us."
Bob left home and walked to work. He loved his job at the recycling center. He worked with a guy named Juan who used to tease him about not having a girlfriend. That was before Juan's wife left him for another man. Now Juan drank all the time.
On the way there he saw Marcy a woman he knew had mental health issues, but she was always pleasant to him.
"Hey, Bob. You going to not work on the cans today," Marcy said.
"No, Marcy. I am going to work on the cans. It's Friday and we should get a bunch of them in." Bob knew what she meant.
When he showed up at work Juan was already there and drunk.
"Hey, Bobbie. I got a girl coming by later. You can get your dick sucked," Juan laughed.
"Thanks Juan. It's always nice to see I can count on you to worry about my dick getting sucked."
"Ha Ha"
The day began just like any other day at the recycling center. First, the drug addicts came in pushing their shopping carts of cans. A little later, the retirees came in with their cans and whatever they thought would get them a few extra bucks. Right before lunch the professional scrappers came in with their pickup trucks full.
Bob processed the customers honestly and accurately. The regulars liked Bob.
At lunch Juan's girl had come just like he said. She looked like a girl who had seen too much too quick, but she was still attractive. She had the air of a middle class upbringing. Juan gave her some money and had her wait.
"Bob, I'm too drunk to get it up. I paid for it already. Why don't you take her out back and let her show you a good time? I mean..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean Juan. It's just that I don't know"
"You don't know about what Bobbie? She's a hooker. Who cares? Go on. I won't tell nobody."
Bob reluctantly took the young woman that Juan had procured out behind the recycling center to the field filled with old equiptment, broke down vehicles and shipping containers. The grass beneath their feet was a burnt out from toxicity, but a few patches of green refused to die.
They went into one of the shipping containers that he knew other guys had used before for the same thing he was about to do.
"So what do you want to do," asked the girl as she took a condom out of her purse.
"Just the usual. I guess."
"Cool, I'm not up for anything rough. No biting."
"Okay."
Bob pulled down his pants and she put the condom in her mouth. His dick was stiff already so it was no trouble for her to slip the condom over his shaft.
She sucked on his dick for a while. Then she pulled up her skirt and got on all fours.
"Come on and fuck me daddy. Fuck me from behind. I won't tell mommy anything."
Feeling a little crazed about what she had just said, he did as she asked anyways.
Only a few moments later he came. He pulled out. His heart was beating fast. He was short of breath.
"You were quick," she said.
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't worry about it. I gotta be somewhere soon anyways."
"Did you have fun," she asked as she stood up and pulled her skirt down.
"Yes. Did you?"
"Well you could have went a little longer, but.."
"I'm sorry, can we do this again? I'll be better."
"If you want to do this again give me a call. Juan has my number."
"What's your name?"
"Bianca"
Bob walked Bianca back through the field and through the recycling center. Juan and a few of the other guys were drinking beers and eating their lunches.
"Alright Bobbie," yelled Juan as the others started clapping.
"Your father was the only friend I ever needed. He was there for me Bob. He was there for me, and you know how hard my life was. I grew up in an orphanage. I had no one. Then your father came and rescued me."
"I know Mom."
"Now you get off to work. I'll have something nice for supper for us."
Bob left home and walked to work. He loved his job at the recycling center. He worked with a guy named Juan who used to tease him about not having a girlfriend. That was before Juan's wife left him for another man. Now Juan drank all the time.
On the way there he saw Marcy a woman he knew had mental health issues, but she was always pleasant to him.
"Hey, Bob. You going to not work on the cans today," Marcy said.
"No, Marcy. I am going to work on the cans. It's Friday and we should get a bunch of them in." Bob knew what she meant.
When he showed up at work Juan was already there and drunk.
"Hey, Bobbie. I got a girl coming by later. You can get your dick sucked," Juan laughed.
"Thanks Juan. It's always nice to see I can count on you to worry about my dick getting sucked."
"Ha Ha"
The day began just like any other day at the recycling center. First, the drug addicts came in pushing their shopping carts of cans. A little later, the retirees came in with their cans and whatever they thought would get them a few extra bucks. Right before lunch the professional scrappers came in with their pickup trucks full.
Bob processed the customers honestly and accurately. The regulars liked Bob.
At lunch Juan's girl had come just like he said. She looked like a girl who had seen too much too quick, but she was still attractive. She had the air of a middle class upbringing. Juan gave her some money and had her wait.
"Bob, I'm too drunk to get it up. I paid for it already. Why don't you take her out back and let her show you a good time? I mean..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean Juan. It's just that I don't know"
"You don't know about what Bobbie? She's a hooker. Who cares? Go on. I won't tell nobody."
Bob reluctantly took the young woman that Juan had procured out behind the recycling center to the field filled with old equiptment, broke down vehicles and shipping containers. The grass beneath their feet was a burnt out from toxicity, but a few patches of green refused to die.
They went into one of the shipping containers that he knew other guys had used before for the same thing he was about to do.
"So what do you want to do," asked the girl as she took a condom out of her purse.
"Just the usual. I guess."
"Cool, I'm not up for anything rough. No biting."
"Okay."
Bob pulled down his pants and she put the condom in her mouth. His dick was stiff already so it was no trouble for her to slip the condom over his shaft.
She sucked on his dick for a while. Then she pulled up her skirt and got on all fours.
"Come on and fuck me daddy. Fuck me from behind. I won't tell mommy anything."
Feeling a little crazed about what she had just said, he did as she asked anyways.
Only a few moments later he came. He pulled out. His heart was beating fast. He was short of breath.
"You were quick," she said.
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't worry about it. I gotta be somewhere soon anyways."
"Did you have fun," she asked as she stood up and pulled her skirt down.
"Yes. Did you?"
"Well you could have went a little longer, but.."
"I'm sorry, can we do this again? I'll be better."
"If you want to do this again give me a call. Juan has my number."
"What's your name?"
"Bianca"
Bob walked Bianca back through the field and through the recycling center. Juan and a few of the other guys were drinking beers and eating their lunches.
"Alright Bobbie," yelled Juan as the others started clapping.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Laura Sleeps
Laura slept all the time. She hated everyone around her and anyone she could possibly imagine meeting. She took pills to sleep. Her rent was paid for the next six months and she planned on doing nothing for that time.
Laura had been dumped by a very wealthy married man, Renee. Renee paid for her rent and used to pay for her groceries. Now she didn't even bother to eat.
On a idle Wednesday afternoon the fire alarm rang from the hallway. A fire had started on the floor above Laura's apartment. She didn't budge.
The woman next door had knocked on her door and tried to get her to answer with no luck. When the firemen showed up the woman told them about Laura and they knocked down her door and dragged her out of bed. They carried her down stairs and got her to an ambulance.
The ambulance took Laura to the hospital and they tried to wake her with no success. Laura had died from an accidental overdose of her sleeping pills. Her doctor had the nurse call her emergency contact, Renee. Renee was eating dinner with his wife and children. He told them they would have to call someone else, he barely even knew the girl.
Laura had been dumped by a very wealthy married man, Renee. Renee paid for her rent and used to pay for her groceries. Now she didn't even bother to eat.
On a idle Wednesday afternoon the fire alarm rang from the hallway. A fire had started on the floor above Laura's apartment. She didn't budge.
The woman next door had knocked on her door and tried to get her to answer with no luck. When the firemen showed up the woman told them about Laura and they knocked down her door and dragged her out of bed. They carried her down stairs and got her to an ambulance.
The ambulance took Laura to the hospital and they tried to wake her with no success. Laura had died from an accidental overdose of her sleeping pills. Her doctor had the nurse call her emergency contact, Renee. Renee was eating dinner with his wife and children. He told them they would have to call someone else, he barely even knew the girl.
Hot Dog Man
"What's up Consuela," yelled Martin from his hot dog cart on the square downtown. Martin knew everyone and everyone loved him. He was always a positive man, even if he was a little slow.
The hot dog cart was an idea that his uncle who owned a restaurant thought up and financially backed. Martin would stand out there everyday from Spring through Summer to around the end of Fall selling hot dogs.
A young woman named Marcy would come and sit and talk with him after the lunch rush was over every day. Martin liked Marcy and invited her to his apartment after he closed up one Friday.
Marcy agreed.
When they got to his apartment Marcy had to take her medicine. Martin got to putting away his left over stock in the freezer. He usually took the stock over to his uncle's restaurant, but he knew that today was going to be special.
Marcy kissed Martin. He liked how soft her lips felt against his.
The two of them watched some old TV shows that Martin had recorded on VHS. Marcy was amused by the ancient technology and the clothes the people in the shows were wearing.
Marcy went home and told her Mother and Father how she had finally met a man, the hot dog vendor, and she went to his apartment. They were mortified. They told her it wasn't respectable for young ladies to just go to some hot dog man's apartment. They told her that a girl with her issues needed rest and not concern herself with such things. They told her to never talk to or see that man again.
Marcy never went see Martin again.
The hot dog cart was an idea that his uncle who owned a restaurant thought up and financially backed. Martin would stand out there everyday from Spring through Summer to around the end of Fall selling hot dogs.
A young woman named Marcy would come and sit and talk with him after the lunch rush was over every day. Martin liked Marcy and invited her to his apartment after he closed up one Friday.
Marcy agreed.
When they got to his apartment Marcy had to take her medicine. Martin got to putting away his left over stock in the freezer. He usually took the stock over to his uncle's restaurant, but he knew that today was going to be special.
Marcy kissed Martin. He liked how soft her lips felt against his.
The two of them watched some old TV shows that Martin had recorded on VHS. Marcy was amused by the ancient technology and the clothes the people in the shows were wearing.
Marcy went home and told her Mother and Father how she had finally met a man, the hot dog vendor, and she went to his apartment. They were mortified. They told her it wasn't respectable for young ladies to just go to some hot dog man's apartment. They told her that a girl with her issues needed rest and not concern herself with such things. They told her to never talk to or see that man again.
Marcy never went see Martin again.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Where You Came From in Black and White
Amber had a lot hurt in her life yet she still managed to get up every day and sing for the people at a theme park she worked at. She never let anyone she worked with know about her past. When she left Chicago she thought she could begin with a fresh start.
At night she would dream of demons and crack rocks, fire engines and cops. She dreamed in black and white.
During the day she would go to work. Put on her costume and sing for parents and children. She made them laugh and smile, which made her happy for a while. Then she would go home and look at herself in the mirror. She had gained weight in the year since she had stopped smoking crack and moved from Chicago.
Amber decided to start working out. After a few months of working out she lost the weight she had gained and started to feel better about herself. She started dating the tram conductor from the theme park she worked at and life was getting better.
She decided to take a trip with her new boyfriend to Chicago. She had sworn never to go back to that city, but she wanted to show her new friend her hometown.
They went to Wriggly Field, and Clark St. She showed him the high school where she first learned she had a voice.
The afternoon before they were to leave she took the CTA bus to visit her family without her new friend. She wanted to tell her grandmother that she had become the person she had raised her to be. She also wanted to tell her brother that she didn't hate him for turning her onto crack.
Amber got to the Humboldt Park neighborhood that she grew up in. Some of the old faces she knew had changed, but new ones had taken their place selling dope on the corners.
She hadn't talked to anyone since she left the city over a year before. She walked up the steps of her grandma's apartment building as her brother's friend Marquis was walking out.
"What's up girl? Haven't seen you in a while."
"Not much. You seen my brother around?"
"Yeah, he's chillin' upstairs. Want me to let you in?"
Amber and Marquis walked the stairs up to the third floor apartment. The same graffiti was still on the walls. Marquis knocks on the door and her brother answers with a crack pipe in hand.
"Where you been at sis? Come in."
Amber walks into the apartment. Many of the guys she grew up with are there playing domino.
"Hey baby girl," yells Kid an guy she grew up with who she used to fuck for dope.
She took off her coat and sat down.
At night she would dream of demons and crack rocks, fire engines and cops. She dreamed in black and white.
During the day she would go to work. Put on her costume and sing for parents and children. She made them laugh and smile, which made her happy for a while. Then she would go home and look at herself in the mirror. She had gained weight in the year since she had stopped smoking crack and moved from Chicago.
Amber decided to start working out. After a few months of working out she lost the weight she had gained and started to feel better about herself. She started dating the tram conductor from the theme park she worked at and life was getting better.
She decided to take a trip with her new boyfriend to Chicago. She had sworn never to go back to that city, but she wanted to show her new friend her hometown.
They went to Wriggly Field, and Clark St. She showed him the high school where she first learned she had a voice.
The afternoon before they were to leave she took the CTA bus to visit her family without her new friend. She wanted to tell her grandmother that she had become the person she had raised her to be. She also wanted to tell her brother that she didn't hate him for turning her onto crack.
Amber got to the Humboldt Park neighborhood that she grew up in. Some of the old faces she knew had changed, but new ones had taken their place selling dope on the corners.
She hadn't talked to anyone since she left the city over a year before. She walked up the steps of her grandma's apartment building as her brother's friend Marquis was walking out.
"What's up girl? Haven't seen you in a while."
"Not much. You seen my brother around?"
"Yeah, he's chillin' upstairs. Want me to let you in?"
Amber and Marquis walked the stairs up to the third floor apartment. The same graffiti was still on the walls. Marquis knocks on the door and her brother answers with a crack pipe in hand.
"Where you been at sis? Come in."
Amber walks into the apartment. Many of the guys she grew up with are there playing domino.
"Hey baby girl," yells Kid an guy she grew up with who she used to fuck for dope.
She took off her coat and sat down.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Franklin Kentucky
Greg hated life in the big city, but he was never going to be able to leave. The city was where his life was, where his job was. His daughter was there with his ex-wife and if he was ever going to go anywhere he would have to wait until she grew up. His daughter hated him because his ex wife hated him.
Greg had a girlfriend nobody liked, he tried to get her to go on vacation all the time, but never could convince her. She was too busy with life in the city.
After a particularly horrible week at work he just left town. He caught a plane to Louisville, Kentucky and rented a car. He drove to a town called Franklin. He had been in this town as a boy with his grandpa on a business trip.
Greg remembered how happy he was to be with his grandpa in this town. They went to eat at one of the local diners that he was happy to see was still there. His grandfather explained the way the world worked to him in the booth by the kitchen.
He remembered that his grandfather had said, "Greggy, everything is going to fall on your shoulders someday. You will have kids of your own and a job. You have to do everything the best you can. Not that it will make anything right. Everything will always be your fault. Just know that and except that. Don't ever let the bastard's kick the life out of you. Realize that you did it the best you can. And if you did, fuck em' if they can't take a joke."
Greg remember his grandpa's laugh.
Greg spent the weekend in that town thirty years after his grandpa and him were there. He had been beaten down by life. No one knew him. No one had any expectations of him. Life was simple for the most part.
On Sunday he listened to his messages. His ex wife had called and wanted to know when he was going to pick up his daughter. His girlfriend called and told him that she was going out with some of her friends. The last message was from his ex wife saying something about him being a loser.
Greg threw away his phone and thought to himself: I am going to stay here for a while.
He went to the flee market Sunday afternoon. Most of the vendors had packed up. He walked passed a fortune teller who asked him if he wanted his future read. He just shook his head.
On the way back to the hotel he drove out into the county where he saw a few men standing around what looked to be a spaceship in a field. He stopped.
"What you guys have here?"
"What's it look like to you?"
"A spaceship."
"That's what it is."
"Yeah right."
"No buddy, it's a spaceship."
"Where'd you get it?"
"We built it ourselves."
"Well it looks good."
"And it works."
Greg laughed.
"Seriously, it works."
Seeing the men were not joking Greg changed his tone. Not sure if the men were insane or having a good laugh at his expense.
"Do you want to go to space?" One of the men asked.
"You're telling me that I could go to space in this thing."
"With us, but we aren't planning on coming back."
"Or at least we don't know how to."
"What would I have to do?"
"Get yourself a helmet and be back at 10 tonight."
"Do you think this will really work?"
"Do you think it won't?"
Greg went and bought a helmet. He went back to his hotel and took a shower. He called his ex wife and daughter that he was never coming home. He ordered a pizza and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up a minutes to ten and took off to meet destiny without his helmet.
He got to the field in time to watch the spaceship take off without him.
Greg had a girlfriend nobody liked, he tried to get her to go on vacation all the time, but never could convince her. She was too busy with life in the city.
After a particularly horrible week at work he just left town. He caught a plane to Louisville, Kentucky and rented a car. He drove to a town called Franklin. He had been in this town as a boy with his grandpa on a business trip.
Greg remembered how happy he was to be with his grandpa in this town. They went to eat at one of the local diners that he was happy to see was still there. His grandfather explained the way the world worked to him in the booth by the kitchen.
He remembered that his grandfather had said, "Greggy, everything is going to fall on your shoulders someday. You will have kids of your own and a job. You have to do everything the best you can. Not that it will make anything right. Everything will always be your fault. Just know that and except that. Don't ever let the bastard's kick the life out of you. Realize that you did it the best you can. And if you did, fuck em' if they can't take a joke."
Greg remember his grandpa's laugh.
Greg spent the weekend in that town thirty years after his grandpa and him were there. He had been beaten down by life. No one knew him. No one had any expectations of him. Life was simple for the most part.
On Sunday he listened to his messages. His ex wife had called and wanted to know when he was going to pick up his daughter. His girlfriend called and told him that she was going out with some of her friends. The last message was from his ex wife saying something about him being a loser.
Greg threw away his phone and thought to himself: I am going to stay here for a while.
He went to the flee market Sunday afternoon. Most of the vendors had packed up. He walked passed a fortune teller who asked him if he wanted his future read. He just shook his head.
On the way back to the hotel he drove out into the county where he saw a few men standing around what looked to be a spaceship in a field. He stopped.
"What you guys have here?"
"What's it look like to you?"
"A spaceship."
"That's what it is."
"Yeah right."
"No buddy, it's a spaceship."
"Where'd you get it?"
"We built it ourselves."
"Well it looks good."
"And it works."
Greg laughed.
"Seriously, it works."
Seeing the men were not joking Greg changed his tone. Not sure if the men were insane or having a good laugh at his expense.
"Do you want to go to space?" One of the men asked.
"You're telling me that I could go to space in this thing."
"With us, but we aren't planning on coming back."
"Or at least we don't know how to."
"What would I have to do?"
"Get yourself a helmet and be back at 10 tonight."
"Do you think this will really work?"
"Do you think it won't?"
Greg went and bought a helmet. He went back to his hotel and took a shower. He called his ex wife and daughter that he was never coming home. He ordered a pizza and promptly fell asleep.
He woke up a minutes to ten and took off to meet destiny without his helmet.
He got to the field in time to watch the spaceship take off without him.
The Could Have Beens
He wanted to kiss her, as if kissing her would take away all the pain she was feeling. He knew she looked to him for some semblance of hope. All he could bring himself to do is hold her closely and let her cry. He cried too.
They sat together on that bench outside of the hospital for hours that cold winter's night. The lights in the parking lot were their company. Tiny snow fell from the sky.
Her mother had just passed away. She was the only one the people from the hospital could get a hold of. After she saw her mother's body she broke down and cried tears that she had never cried before and asked: why?
She didn't understand what had just happened. A few hours earlier her mother was just fine, telling her everything she needed to do with her life. They had an argument before she left to go to work. Her father was hunting and her sister was god knows where. Her husband was away on business, as usual.
Jeremy was the only one who she could bare to be with at that moment. She called and he came as if he had been waiting for her call ever since they last saw each other. They talked about their times driving around the country together. They talked about the better times. They talked about her mother.
When the sun came up they went to the cafeteria and ate breakfast with the nurses and doctors and the families of the sick and hurt.
They talked about what could have been between them.
After breakfast her sister showed up and put on a grief spectacle for all to see.
They sat together on that bench outside of the hospital for hours that cold winter's night. The lights in the parking lot were their company. Tiny snow fell from the sky.
Her mother had just passed away. She was the only one the people from the hospital could get a hold of. After she saw her mother's body she broke down and cried tears that she had never cried before and asked: why?
She didn't understand what had just happened. A few hours earlier her mother was just fine, telling her everything she needed to do with her life. They had an argument before she left to go to work. Her father was hunting and her sister was god knows where. Her husband was away on business, as usual.
Jeremy was the only one who she could bare to be with at that moment. She called and he came as if he had been waiting for her call ever since they last saw each other. They talked about their times driving around the country together. They talked about the better times. They talked about her mother.
When the sun came up they went to the cafeteria and ate breakfast with the nurses and doctors and the families of the sick and hurt.
They talked about what could have been between them.
After breakfast her sister showed up and put on a grief spectacle for all to see.
From the Back Yard to Today
Her wedding dress was beautiful. It was everything that she had imagined ever since she was a young girl playing house in the backyard.
No one was going to steal her day today. This was her wedding day at the Builtmore Hotel Ball Room.
Her sister was yelling at her mother in the next room about nothing. Her father was drinking beer with her uncles in the adjoining room. Everyone was there to celebrate Chelsea's day in their own way.
The bathroom was hers. She put on her foundation. She put on her lipstick. She smiled and cleaned the gunk off of her teeth. Her smile lit up the bathroom and she was 1,000 feet tall.
She had come along way from that backyard. Today she was marrying William, a very sensible man.
Chelsea thought about all the boyfriends she had over the years. There was Mark, her high school boyfriend and first love. Then there was Jovonne the party boy from her days in college. Another Mark, the cop who she thought was surely the one, but cheated on her with her then best friend Sarah. Then William came along.
Silhouette's of memories flooded her mind. Good and Bad. They were her history.
She thought about Jeremy. She had truly loved Jeremy a man who didn't know how to love at all. Jeremy and her had knocked around the U.S. in a beaten up Delta 88' together the summer after she got her degree. They drove to California and Oregon. They drove to New York and Massachusetts. They drove.
Jeremy liked a lot of things, but had no passion or ambition. He worked, went out, and repeated this cycle day after day. She had convinced him to take some time off and go see the world with her. She wanted Jeremy to be passionate about something and he couldn't even tell her he loved her.
Jeremy eventually faded out of her life. She couldn't make him love her.
"Are you almost ready in there," her sister asked.
No one was going to steal her day today. This was her wedding day at the Builtmore Hotel Ball Room.
Her sister was yelling at her mother in the next room about nothing. Her father was drinking beer with her uncles in the adjoining room. Everyone was there to celebrate Chelsea's day in their own way.
The bathroom was hers. She put on her foundation. She put on her lipstick. She smiled and cleaned the gunk off of her teeth. Her smile lit up the bathroom and she was 1,000 feet tall.
She had come along way from that backyard. Today she was marrying William, a very sensible man.
Chelsea thought about all the boyfriends she had over the years. There was Mark, her high school boyfriend and first love. Then there was Jovonne the party boy from her days in college. Another Mark, the cop who she thought was surely the one, but cheated on her with her then best friend Sarah. Then William came along.
Silhouette's of memories flooded her mind. Good and Bad. They were her history.
She thought about Jeremy. She had truly loved Jeremy a man who didn't know how to love at all. Jeremy and her had knocked around the U.S. in a beaten up Delta 88' together the summer after she got her degree. They drove to California and Oregon. They drove to New York and Massachusetts. They drove.
Jeremy liked a lot of things, but had no passion or ambition. He worked, went out, and repeated this cycle day after day. She had convinced him to take some time off and go see the world with her. She wanted Jeremy to be passionate about something and he couldn't even tell her he loved her.
Jeremy eventually faded out of her life. She couldn't make him love her.
"Are you almost ready in there," her sister asked.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Group Home Matt
Matt never trusted anyone. Ever since he was a kid everyone ran out on him or died. When Matt was seventeen he left the group home that he lived at and started working a game booth at for Forullia's Traveling Carnival. It was a good summer job for a kid to learn about buying and selling everything from drugs to himself.
He roomed with an old man named Rudy. Rudy had been a carnival worker most of his adult life; when he wasn't incarcerated. Rudy would find Matt people who would pay to fuck him. Rudy also taught Matt of the finer points of doing and selling heroin.
At the end of the season Matt went on his own with some connections he had acquired from Rudy. Matt moved back to his home town. He was eighteen and did whatever he wanted until he got arrested for heroin possession. He spent the better part of his eighteenth year of life in jail for that charge.
When he got out he hooked up with some people that he met in jail and with a friend he grew up with Phil. Phil and he would get high and have fun together, often for a few day binge at a time. Matt liked Phil's girlfriend Bianca and would occasionally hook her up with some dope behind Phil's back. Phil found out about this one day and left Matt and Bianca without saying a word. He ran off with Matt's main supplier and occasional fuck buddy Jimbo.
Matt and Bianca ran on their own for a while. He got her into escorting and she liked having him around. She always was afraid of being alone especially after she had an appointment. Matt never rarely took her seriously, but admired her entrepreneurial spirit. He figured her to be a rich kid slumming. She always wanted to prove him wrong.
Matt got arrested driving a stolen car filled with home furnishings. He burglarized one of her client's houses while she fucked the guy in the bedroom he and his wife shared. When Matt got arrested he never mentioned that he and Bianca had planned the whole burglary together.
He roomed with an old man named Rudy. Rudy had been a carnival worker most of his adult life; when he wasn't incarcerated. Rudy would find Matt people who would pay to fuck him. Rudy also taught Matt of the finer points of doing and selling heroin.
At the end of the season Matt went on his own with some connections he had acquired from Rudy. Matt moved back to his home town. He was eighteen and did whatever he wanted until he got arrested for heroin possession. He spent the better part of his eighteenth year of life in jail for that charge.
When he got out he hooked up with some people that he met in jail and with a friend he grew up with Phil. Phil and he would get high and have fun together, often for a few day binge at a time. Matt liked Phil's girlfriend Bianca and would occasionally hook her up with some dope behind Phil's back. Phil found out about this one day and left Matt and Bianca without saying a word. He ran off with Matt's main supplier and occasional fuck buddy Jimbo.
Matt and Bianca ran on their own for a while. He got her into escorting and she liked having him around. She always was afraid of being alone especially after she had an appointment. Matt never rarely took her seriously, but admired her entrepreneurial spirit. He figured her to be a rich kid slumming. She always wanted to prove him wrong.
Matt got arrested driving a stolen car filled with home furnishings. He burglarized one of her client's houses while she fucked the guy in the bedroom he and his wife shared. When Matt got arrested he never mentioned that he and Bianca had planned the whole burglary together.
Cum Baptism
Bianca woke up to her cell phone ringing. She hoped it was her dealer, but it wasn't, it was a client who wanted a hundred dollar quickie. She silently cursed the man, but agreed to service him none the less. She knew that she needed the money. Dope was in short supply since the Fed's hit town and started arresting anyone and everyone selling heroin.
She made a couple calls to people she knew who did dope to see if they could get anything. The only person up at that time of the morning was her friend Carol who had a couple Suboxone's to take the edge off, but she didn't want them. She would do the call then hit the ghetto on foot. She was able to find some dope like that the day before.
It seemed like years since she had got on heroin with her now ex boyfriend Phil, but it had been less than one year. She never would have guessed that Phil would have left her for a guy who dealt. She had hooked up from Phil's friend Matt for a while, but he got arrested months ago for burglary.
Bianca's world started to spin in a different direction when she started doing H with Phil. At that time she was starting to make a living selling clothes that she had made. Now she had a little escort business where she sold herself to who ever would pay.
Matt had told her about a girl who would work for this woman when she was out of money. Bianca worked for the woman once and realized she could do it herself. So she posted an ad on a website and everything was wonderful at first. She could make an upwards of one thousand dollars a day, which she blew on dope, clothes and disposable friends. Anything to forget the faces of the old men and fat couples she fucked.
She was a star on the escort scene at first. She hated and loved the attention. She had always been a good looking woman, but now she was getting paid for it. She never realized that she had become everything she had been taught to despise.
When the man got to her apartment she had just had the last of a cup of coffee she had bought two days ago. She was smoking her first cigarette.
"Hey, ah I want to try something different."
"Oh, yeah. What's that?"
"I want to tie you up."
"For a hundred bucks."
"Well you said I could have a hundred dollar quickie."
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me that you wanted to tie me up."
"If this is too much for you I'll go."
"No. No. Just make it quick."
The client spared no time. He got her tied in a kneeling-praying position and gagged her mouth.
"You're my cute little girl aren't you."
"MMweugM"
"What's that," he pulled down the gag.
"Yes I am, I'm your cute girl."
The man pulled the gag back over her mouth.
"I am going to baptize you sweetheart."
Bianca watched the man as he unzipped his pants and started jacking off. It took forever for the man to cum, but when he did he exploded all over her face.
He made the sign of the cross with his finger in the cum sticking to her forehead.
"May god bless you and keep you always."
She made a couple calls to people she knew who did dope to see if they could get anything. The only person up at that time of the morning was her friend Carol who had a couple Suboxone's to take the edge off, but she didn't want them. She would do the call then hit the ghetto on foot. She was able to find some dope like that the day before.
It seemed like years since she had got on heroin with her now ex boyfriend Phil, but it had been less than one year. She never would have guessed that Phil would have left her for a guy who dealt. She had hooked up from Phil's friend Matt for a while, but he got arrested months ago for burglary.
Bianca's world started to spin in a different direction when she started doing H with Phil. At that time she was starting to make a living selling clothes that she had made. Now she had a little escort business where she sold herself to who ever would pay.
Matt had told her about a girl who would work for this woman when she was out of money. Bianca worked for the woman once and realized she could do it herself. So she posted an ad on a website and everything was wonderful at first. She could make an upwards of one thousand dollars a day, which she blew on dope, clothes and disposable friends. Anything to forget the faces of the old men and fat couples she fucked.
She was a star on the escort scene at first. She hated and loved the attention. She had always been a good looking woman, but now she was getting paid for it. She never realized that she had become everything she had been taught to despise.
When the man got to her apartment she had just had the last of a cup of coffee she had bought two days ago. She was smoking her first cigarette.
"Hey, ah I want to try something different."
"Oh, yeah. What's that?"
"I want to tie you up."
"For a hundred bucks."
"Well you said I could have a hundred dollar quickie."
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me that you wanted to tie me up."
"If this is too much for you I'll go."
"No. No. Just make it quick."
The client spared no time. He got her tied in a kneeling-praying position and gagged her mouth.
"You're my cute little girl aren't you."
"MMweugM"
"What's that," he pulled down the gag.
"Yes I am, I'm your cute girl."
The man pulled the gag back over her mouth.
"I am going to baptize you sweetheart."
Bianca watched the man as he unzipped his pants and started jacking off. It took forever for the man to cum, but when he did he exploded all over her face.
He made the sign of the cross with his finger in the cum sticking to her forehead.
"May god bless you and keep you always."
A Photographers Girl
"As far as I'm concerned, Bianca is the hottest girl that you have ever dated," said Matt to Phil.
"I mean, I know that, but she comes with a lot of conditions."
"Dude, you are never going to get another chance at a hot girl like her. She has crafted her own style. She makes her own clothes bro. The girl makes her own hot clothes and she rocks them."
"I just don't think that I am a high priority on her list."
"She loves you man, she loves you. You are a great photographer and a good guy. You are my friend."
"Yeah, I don't know if that's a good thing or not."
Phil snorted another line of H from the cd case on Matt's lap. The two had been getting high for the better part of the afternoon. They were taking nude pictures of each other and not thinking about doing anything else except for getting more heroin and maybe a little coke.
They didn't see themselves as having any kind of addiction or homosexual tendencies even though they often got high together and their clothing rarely stayed on when the two were alone.
Phil's girlfriend had some concern about his drug use when she found a small baggy filled with a brown powdery substance on her kitchen table next to his keys. She had been concerned with his friendship with Matt, a drug dealing friend of Phil's since the two were kids growing up in a nice south side neighborhood. Phil always roped Matt into doing something crazy. And she feared this time would be no different.
When Phil showed up at her apartment that night she knew he was messed up. His eyes couldn't stay focused or still. He had no money to go out and do anything and he smelled bad. She told him to take a shower and pulled out some of his clothes that he had left over at her house.
"So what did you do today," she asked.
"I hung out with Matt."
"Did you guys get high?"
"Just a little bit for old times sake."
"Phil you have been getting high too much here lately with him. And I needed you to shoot my new t-shirts so I can post them to my site."
"Oh baby, I forgot. I'll do it after my shower."
"It's late Phil. I wanted to go out and do something but you already spent all your money.
Phil gets out of the shower and drys off.
"I didn't come home empty handed."
"Oh, Phil. I don't want to get high agian."
"Oh come on Baby, don't you know how hard I get when I fuck on that stuff."
"You have some of that H?"
"Yeah..It's in the camera bag in my trunk."
"Go get it. I guess a couple lines won't hurt."
"I mean, I know that, but she comes with a lot of conditions."
"Dude, you are never going to get another chance at a hot girl like her. She has crafted her own style. She makes her own clothes bro. The girl makes her own hot clothes and she rocks them."
"I just don't think that I am a high priority on her list."
"She loves you man, she loves you. You are a great photographer and a good guy. You are my friend."
"Yeah, I don't know if that's a good thing or not."
Phil snorted another line of H from the cd case on Matt's lap. The two had been getting high for the better part of the afternoon. They were taking nude pictures of each other and not thinking about doing anything else except for getting more heroin and maybe a little coke.
They didn't see themselves as having any kind of addiction or homosexual tendencies even though they often got high together and their clothing rarely stayed on when the two were alone.
Phil's girlfriend had some concern about his drug use when she found a small baggy filled with a brown powdery substance on her kitchen table next to his keys. She had been concerned with his friendship with Matt, a drug dealing friend of Phil's since the two were kids growing up in a nice south side neighborhood. Phil always roped Matt into doing something crazy. And she feared this time would be no different.
When Phil showed up at her apartment that night she knew he was messed up. His eyes couldn't stay focused or still. He had no money to go out and do anything and he smelled bad. She told him to take a shower and pulled out some of his clothes that he had left over at her house.
"So what did you do today," she asked.
"I hung out with Matt."
"Did you guys get high?"
"Just a little bit for old times sake."
"Phil you have been getting high too much here lately with him. And I needed you to shoot my new t-shirts so I can post them to my site."
"Oh baby, I forgot. I'll do it after my shower."
"It's late Phil. I wanted to go out and do something but you already spent all your money.
Phil gets out of the shower and drys off.
"I didn't come home empty handed."
"Oh, Phil. I don't want to get high agian."
"Oh come on Baby, don't you know how hard I get when I fuck on that stuff."
"You have some of that H?"
"Yeah..It's in the camera bag in my trunk."
"Go get it. I guess a couple lines won't hurt."
Friday, March 26, 2010
How to Live Forever Part Two
"The Jews and the Muslims aren't going to heaven," preached the minister of Sacred Vow Lutheran Church from the pulpit Sunday morning.
Joseph sat in the pew next to his Mom and Dad thinking about a girl in his 5th grade class that he liked a lot. Her name was Analise and she was Jewish.
Joseph felt awful that he liked a girl that wouldn't go to heaven. He was mad that God wouldn't let her into heaven because she was Jewish.
Joseph went to school the next day and talked to Analise.
"You know Analise, God isn't going to let you into heaven because you are Jewish."
"What are you talking about," the young girl laughed.
"I was in church yesterday and the Minister said you aren't going to heaven."
"Me personally?"
"No, your people. The Jews."
"Really, well us Jews don't really concern ourselves with that. It is about how we interact with our fellow man while we are on earth. If we do what is right now, we will not be punished."
"But don't you want to life forever, and be able to see your Grandparent's and stuff when you die."
"When we die we die."
That blew Joseph's little mind. He couldn't bear to think about that. He was raised to believe that when he dies he is going to heaven if he is good, or hell if he is bad. All he had to do was believe and that would get him in there.
Over the next few weeks Joesph tried to get Analise to believe in Jesus so she could go to heaven. He wanted to see a movie with her, but his parents wouldn't allow it, nor would he have felt right about it.
One day Analise didn't come to school. The next morning the teacher and the school's counselor were in the class. Analise and her mother had died in a car accident.
Joseph prayed to Jesus: Jesus, you were a Jew and even though other Jews killed you, please don't take that out on Analise and her mother. It's not their fault that they were Jewish. Please talk to God and let Analise and her Mom into heaven together so they aren't the only Jews up there. I still want to watch a movie with Analise.
Joseph sat in the pew next to his Mom and Dad thinking about a girl in his 5th grade class that he liked a lot. Her name was Analise and she was Jewish.
Joseph felt awful that he liked a girl that wouldn't go to heaven. He was mad that God wouldn't let her into heaven because she was Jewish.
Joseph went to school the next day and talked to Analise.
"You know Analise, God isn't going to let you into heaven because you are Jewish."
"What are you talking about," the young girl laughed.
"I was in church yesterday and the Minister said you aren't going to heaven."
"Me personally?"
"No, your people. The Jews."
"Really, well us Jews don't really concern ourselves with that. It is about how we interact with our fellow man while we are on earth. If we do what is right now, we will not be punished."
"But don't you want to life forever, and be able to see your Grandparent's and stuff when you die."
"When we die we die."
That blew Joseph's little mind. He couldn't bear to think about that. He was raised to believe that when he dies he is going to heaven if he is good, or hell if he is bad. All he had to do was believe and that would get him in there.
Over the next few weeks Joesph tried to get Analise to believe in Jesus so she could go to heaven. He wanted to see a movie with her, but his parents wouldn't allow it, nor would he have felt right about it.
One day Analise didn't come to school. The next morning the teacher and the school's counselor were in the class. Analise and her mother had died in a car accident.
Joseph prayed to Jesus: Jesus, you were a Jew and even though other Jews killed you, please don't take that out on Analise and her mother. It's not their fault that they were Jewish. Please talk to God and let Analise and her Mom into heaven together so they aren't the only Jews up there. I still want to watch a movie with Analise.
How to Live Forever
"I want to live forever," said Juan to Julio.
Juan and Julio had lived next door to each other for over twenty years. They had raised families in their little corner of the world. A few years back Juan's wife had ran off with some guy from a few blocks down. Julio's son was gay. The two men had always confided the things they didn't understand to one another.
"I don't think that's possible," said Julio as he opened up the last beer from his little cooler.
"Is that cooler of yours empty?" That was the cooler Julio bought when he and his family moved in next door to Juan and his now ex-wife.
"Grab your cooler. I got some more beer in the garage, and I want to show what I have been working on."
The two men walked to the garage. The sun burned yellow in the sky.
Juan opened up the garage door.
There was a large glass cylinder that had tubes and gadgets coming off of it that ran to a large gray tank.
"What are you doing with Snow White's coffin?"
"That ain't no coffin you ass. That's my hyperbaric chamber. That is how I am going to drink beer and live forever."
"Man, that's crazy," said Julio as he filled his cooler with beer from the refrigerator. "Where did you get that thing?"
"I was at work about a week ago and this guy brought in a whole bunch of can's and wanted to know if we recycled glass. I said no and he wanted to know who else might buy glass. I asked what he had and went out to the man's truck to see it. When I got out and saw this beautiful thing I knew I had to have it."
"Just like that."
"Just like that. The guy told me how it worked and what it did."
"He told you it would make you live forever."
"He told me if I set it up right, and and slept in it, it would make me live forever."
"If this guy had this contraption and didn't want to keep it for himself..."
"I asked him why he wouldn't want to live forever. You know what he told me? He told me he had already lived too long. So, I asked him old he was. He said 104. But he didn't look it. That's what got me."
"Yeah, well, I'd be scared to jump in that thing."
"I'm going to live forever," said Juan as he opened up a beer and looked at his glass capsule.
Juan and Julio had lived next door to each other for over twenty years. They had raised families in their little corner of the world. A few years back Juan's wife had ran off with some guy from a few blocks down. Julio's son was gay. The two men had always confided the things they didn't understand to one another.
"I don't think that's possible," said Julio as he opened up the last beer from his little cooler.
"Is that cooler of yours empty?" That was the cooler Julio bought when he and his family moved in next door to Juan and his now ex-wife.
"Grab your cooler. I got some more beer in the garage, and I want to show what I have been working on."
The two men walked to the garage. The sun burned yellow in the sky.
Juan opened up the garage door.
There was a large glass cylinder that had tubes and gadgets coming off of it that ran to a large gray tank.
"What are you doing with Snow White's coffin?"
"That ain't no coffin you ass. That's my hyperbaric chamber. That is how I am going to drink beer and live forever."
"Man, that's crazy," said Julio as he filled his cooler with beer from the refrigerator. "Where did you get that thing?"
"I was at work about a week ago and this guy brought in a whole bunch of can's and wanted to know if we recycled glass. I said no and he wanted to know who else might buy glass. I asked what he had and went out to the man's truck to see it. When I got out and saw this beautiful thing I knew I had to have it."
"Just like that."
"Just like that. The guy told me how it worked and what it did."
"He told you it would make you live forever."
"He told me if I set it up right, and and slept in it, it would make me live forever."
"If this guy had this contraption and didn't want to keep it for himself..."
"I asked him why he wouldn't want to live forever. You know what he told me? He told me he had already lived too long. So, I asked him old he was. He said 104. But he didn't look it. That's what got me."
"Yeah, well, I'd be scared to jump in that thing."
"I'm going to live forever," said Juan as he opened up a beer and looked at his glass capsule.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Love From A Thick Chick
Leala was a mother of three beautiful children. She never asked for too much from anyone. Including the children's fathers.
She had a date with a man who was friends with her best friend's boyfriend. She had met the guy a few times and he seemed nice enough. Her children were going to be at her mother's house for the night.
They went out to dinner. She wore a new dress that made her radiant. He didn't drink, which she liked. He talked like a gentleman and was quite handsome by her standards. He even paid for dinner.
When they were on their way back to her house he stopped at a house in a poor part of town.
"I just have to run in here real quick and pick up something from one of my friends for work," he said as he left the car and walked to the house.
Leala didn't think anything of his actions. She was thinking about weather or not he was into her. She wanted to have sex with him. She hadn't been with anyone in three years.
A few skinny women walked out of the house and looked at her with fear in their eyes.
Then her gentleman came out with nothing in his hands.
"I thought you had to get something," she asked when he got in the car.
"My friend wasn't here. Like he was supposed to be, but maybe I'll come back a little later."
They drove to her house. She put on some music as he excused himself to the bathroom. She checked herself out in the mirror. She was a big girl, but cute. She slipped her panties off and sniffed them.
The handsome man came out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of smoke.
"I didn't know you smoked," she said.
"Only when I'm nervous," he laughed as stood by the archway between the living room and the hallway.
"Come over here," she patted on the couch.
The handsome man shyly walked over to her. She kissed his neck and felt his chest.
"Your heart is beating fast baby. Don't be so nervous. I don't bite unless you want me to."
She pushed him back on the couch and started to take down his pants. He grabbed for his belt.
"Hold on..a.." his crack pipe fell out of his pocket and onto the floor. She looked at it.
"Were you in my bathroom smoking crack?"
"I..."
Leala slapped him and ripped open his shirt. She pinched his nipples real hard.
"You've been a bad boy. Get on your knees."
"I think I should be.."
"Eating my pussy. Now lick it."
The handsome man did as she asked. When he could taste her cum he asked, "did I do a good job?"
"Oh yes, you were a good boy," she smiled at him.
"Now pick up that crack pipe and get on all four's."
She went in her bedroom as he got on all four's and started smoking his pipe. He looked at a portrait of Leala and her children. She came out wearing a strap-on.
"Have you been being bad?"
"Yes," he giggled.
"This is nothing to laugh about. I'm going to make you my bitch. Now smoke that glass dick."
She got behind him and stuck the strap on in his ass.
"Owww"
"Shut up. What am I doing to you?"
"Oww, that.."
She stuck it in harder and deeper.
"Smoke that pipe."
He took a large hit.
"What am I doing to you?"
"Fucking me...You're fucking me.."
She had a date with a man who was friends with her best friend's boyfriend. She had met the guy a few times and he seemed nice enough. Her children were going to be at her mother's house for the night.
They went out to dinner. She wore a new dress that made her radiant. He didn't drink, which she liked. He talked like a gentleman and was quite handsome by her standards. He even paid for dinner.
When they were on their way back to her house he stopped at a house in a poor part of town.
"I just have to run in here real quick and pick up something from one of my friends for work," he said as he left the car and walked to the house.
Leala didn't think anything of his actions. She was thinking about weather or not he was into her. She wanted to have sex with him. She hadn't been with anyone in three years.
A few skinny women walked out of the house and looked at her with fear in their eyes.
Then her gentleman came out with nothing in his hands.
"I thought you had to get something," she asked when he got in the car.
"My friend wasn't here. Like he was supposed to be, but maybe I'll come back a little later."
They drove to her house. She put on some music as he excused himself to the bathroom. She checked herself out in the mirror. She was a big girl, but cute. She slipped her panties off and sniffed them.
The handsome man came out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of smoke.
"I didn't know you smoked," she said.
"Only when I'm nervous," he laughed as stood by the archway between the living room and the hallway.
"Come over here," she patted on the couch.
The handsome man shyly walked over to her. She kissed his neck and felt his chest.
"Your heart is beating fast baby. Don't be so nervous. I don't bite unless you want me to."
She pushed him back on the couch and started to take down his pants. He grabbed for his belt.
"Hold on..a.." his crack pipe fell out of his pocket and onto the floor. She looked at it.
"Were you in my bathroom smoking crack?"
"I..."
Leala slapped him and ripped open his shirt. She pinched his nipples real hard.
"You've been a bad boy. Get on your knees."
"I think I should be.."
"Eating my pussy. Now lick it."
The handsome man did as she asked. When he could taste her cum he asked, "did I do a good job?"
"Oh yes, you were a good boy," she smiled at him.
"Now pick up that crack pipe and get on all four's."
She went in her bedroom as he got on all four's and started smoking his pipe. He looked at a portrait of Leala and her children. She came out wearing a strap-on.
"Have you been being bad?"
"Yes," he giggled.
"This is nothing to laugh about. I'm going to make you my bitch. Now smoke that glass dick."
She got behind him and stuck the strap on in his ass.
"Owww"
"Shut up. What am I doing to you?"
"Oww, that.."
She stuck it in harder and deeper.
"Smoke that pipe."
He took a large hit.
"What am I doing to you?"
"Fucking me...You're fucking me.."
Bottle to Bottle
"Snowing again. Damn," Mr. Moore said when he looked out his window. He hated the snow and hoped to someday live somewhere that stayed warm all year round.
Everyone in Mr. Moore's life had passed away. He was left with memories of everyone who meant something to him at one time or another. He had photographs and nick-knacks that only reminded him of days when he had friends and family.
Mr. Moore owned a few rental properties. With the days fresh snow he had to go and shovel and plow. He didn't want to, but that was his responsibility.
He put on his long underwear, jeans, flannel shirt, winter coat, boots, and lastly his hat. He could hear the wind howling from inside his kitchen.
He stuck a bottle of brandy in his coat for lunch and took off to shovel out his tenants.
At the first house he plowed the driveway and shoveled off Mrs. Miller's front porch and she came out and talked to him. He hated talking to Mrs. Miller. She always had a hundred and one problems that didn't involve him or the house she and her husband rented from him.
His second stop was already plowed and shoveled. His renters, who's names he didn't ever remember were gone to work. So he pulled in and opened his bottle of brandy and poured a healthy amount into a coffee cup sitting in his console. He sat in the driveway drinking and listening to the oldies station.
His third stop was a two story house divided into four units by the campus area. This was his favorite house to have to work on because of the young people who lived there were always nice and never wanted to chit-chat.
Mr. Moore got out of his truck and started shoveling. He couldn't use the plow because everyone's cars were parked too close together.
As soon as Mr. Moore got done shoveling a young woman burst through the front door of the bottom front unit. "You bitch, I hate you and never want to see you again," the woman screamed to another woman who was trying in to wrap her arms around her. She grabbed the irate woman's arm and the woman punched her in the face. She fell to her knees crying.
Mr. Moore recognized the woman who got hit as his new tenant. "Now you girls stop this shit," he yelled. "I can't have this shit going on outside my building."
The irate woman got in her car and left. His tenant was crying on the porch.
"I'm sorry Mr. Moore. I'm sorry.."
Mr. Moore picked her up and dusted the snow from the porch off of her dress. He could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress, but he wasn't really attracted to this woman's boyishly shaped body.
"Hey, I can't have you causing this kind of ruckus out here. Now you want to tell me what was going on?"
"My friend and I got into it because she thought I liked some guy."
"Oh, did she like the same guy?"
"No, she likes me, but I like both men and women."
Mr. Moore suddenly felt his blood pressure rise. He had never came across a woman, let alone a girl like this. He laughed nervously.
"Well, I don't know what to tell...."
"I am so mixed up. Would you want to have a drink with me?"
"Yes...Yes I would."
Mr. Moore followed her into her unit. There were empty beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere. She went to the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"All I have is wine."
"That's okay. I have something of my own." He pulled his bottle of brandy from his jacket.
They sat down on her couch and drank.
"You kids today. I don't even know about all this. In my day girls went with boys and that was that."
She laughed. "If it was only that simple."
Everyone in Mr. Moore's life had passed away. He was left with memories of everyone who meant something to him at one time or another. He had photographs and nick-knacks that only reminded him of days when he had friends and family.
Mr. Moore owned a few rental properties. With the days fresh snow he had to go and shovel and plow. He didn't want to, but that was his responsibility.
He put on his long underwear, jeans, flannel shirt, winter coat, boots, and lastly his hat. He could hear the wind howling from inside his kitchen.
He stuck a bottle of brandy in his coat for lunch and took off to shovel out his tenants.
At the first house he plowed the driveway and shoveled off Mrs. Miller's front porch and she came out and talked to him. He hated talking to Mrs. Miller. She always had a hundred and one problems that didn't involve him or the house she and her husband rented from him.
His second stop was already plowed and shoveled. His renters, who's names he didn't ever remember were gone to work. So he pulled in and opened his bottle of brandy and poured a healthy amount into a coffee cup sitting in his console. He sat in the driveway drinking and listening to the oldies station.
His third stop was a two story house divided into four units by the campus area. This was his favorite house to have to work on because of the young people who lived there were always nice and never wanted to chit-chat.
Mr. Moore got out of his truck and started shoveling. He couldn't use the plow because everyone's cars were parked too close together.
As soon as Mr. Moore got done shoveling a young woman burst through the front door of the bottom front unit. "You bitch, I hate you and never want to see you again," the woman screamed to another woman who was trying in to wrap her arms around her. She grabbed the irate woman's arm and the woman punched her in the face. She fell to her knees crying.
Mr. Moore recognized the woman who got hit as his new tenant. "Now you girls stop this shit," he yelled. "I can't have this shit going on outside my building."
The irate woman got in her car and left. His tenant was crying on the porch.
"I'm sorry Mr. Moore. I'm sorry.."
Mr. Moore picked her up and dusted the snow from the porch off of her dress. He could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress, but he wasn't really attracted to this woman's boyishly shaped body.
"Hey, I can't have you causing this kind of ruckus out here. Now you want to tell me what was going on?"
"My friend and I got into it because she thought I liked some guy."
"Oh, did she like the same guy?"
"No, she likes me, but I like both men and women."
Mr. Moore suddenly felt his blood pressure rise. He had never came across a woman, let alone a girl like this. He laughed nervously.
"Well, I don't know what to tell...."
"I am so mixed up. Would you want to have a drink with me?"
"Yes...Yes I would."
Mr. Moore followed her into her unit. There were empty beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere. She went to the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"All I have is wine."
"That's okay. I have something of my own." He pulled his bottle of brandy from his jacket.
They sat down on her couch and drank.
"You kids today. I don't even know about all this. In my day girls went with boys and that was that."
She laughed. "If it was only that simple."
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tim's Ballad
Tim was not a very attractive man. He was kind of awkward and out of style. He worked part time at a local repair shop. His boss felt sorry for Tim and tried to get him to go out once and a while. Tim never went out.
Tim danced.
When Tim was all alone. He would turn on music and dance.
No one that he knew would have guessed that Tim danced.
Sometimes he would dance to rock. Sometimes he danced to rap. Sometimes he danced to no music at all.
He would make sure the doors were locked and the curtains were closed.
It was then Tim let himself go wild.
Occasionally, Tim would laugh at all the things going on inside his head that made no sense.
He wondered why no one liked him, but he didn't like anyone so it seemed fair to him.
Tim got lonesome one night and ventured down to the bar by his apartment. Someone was playing Hank Williams. He wanted to dance, but he felt too insecure to dance in front of anyone at the bar. He had a couple drinks and left.
Tim went back to his house and tried to jerk off. He cried.
"No more," Tim said out loud.
Tim walked back down to the bar and danced. People looked at him and laughed. A guy he went to high school with threw a bottle at him and yelled, "FREAK."
Tim didn't stop dancing. He just kept dancing and people kept laughing.
Tim didn't have to stop and wasn't going to. For once Tim was happy. For tonight Tim was going to show the world who he was.
Tim danced.
When Tim was all alone. He would turn on music and dance.
No one that he knew would have guessed that Tim danced.
Sometimes he would dance to rock. Sometimes he danced to rap. Sometimes he danced to no music at all.
He would make sure the doors were locked and the curtains were closed.
It was then Tim let himself go wild.
Occasionally, Tim would laugh at all the things going on inside his head that made no sense.
He wondered why no one liked him, but he didn't like anyone so it seemed fair to him.
Tim got lonesome one night and ventured down to the bar by his apartment. Someone was playing Hank Williams. He wanted to dance, but he felt too insecure to dance in front of anyone at the bar. He had a couple drinks and left.
Tim went back to his house and tried to jerk off. He cried.
"No more," Tim said out loud.
Tim walked back down to the bar and danced. People looked at him and laughed. A guy he went to high school with threw a bottle at him and yelled, "FREAK."
Tim didn't stop dancing. He just kept dancing and people kept laughing.
Tim didn't have to stop and wasn't going to. For once Tim was happy. For tonight Tim was going to show the world who he was.
Fishing Tale Gone
Bobby McCatskill believed in American. He went to work everyday. Bobby read newspapers and watched the news. He had a 401k.
One day Bobby gave up.
He was tired of reading about robberies and killings. He was tired of never seeing anything good.
Bobby quit his job and emptied his 401k. He sold his house and packed his car with everything he held dear and he drove.
He drove to a small town where he thought he could start a new life. He thought that if he just didn't keep up with the news he would find inner peace and harmony.
Bobby took up hunting and fishing. He traded his car for a truck. He still wasn't happy.
Bobby became active in his community and found a wife.
Bobby's discontent for humanity only grew.
One Spring morning Bobby went fishing and caught the largest fish he had ever caught. A sense of excitement filled his soul.
As he held the fish in his hands he thought about the excitement he was feeling.
"I am no better than those hunters of humanity, those destroyers of values. I am finding pleasure in taking this fish from his home. This fish will die by my hands and be eaten by my wife and me."
Bobby threw the fish back.
Bobby never went hunting or fishing again.
At first Bobby wouldn't eat anything that came from an living creature. He disdained any business that had meat for sale.
Bobby would picket restaurants and supermarkets. He handed out fliers that he wrote.
Bobby's wife left him.
One day Bobby was looking at a farm field and began to weep.
He cried for the plight of the plants in the field.
Figuring plants were entitled to life as much as the fish or animals, Bobby stopped eating plants as well. No one could talk to Bobby.
Bobby found discord in everything.
Bobby starved himself. Bobby died alone in February.
One day Bobby gave up.
He was tired of reading about robberies and killings. He was tired of never seeing anything good.
Bobby quit his job and emptied his 401k. He sold his house and packed his car with everything he held dear and he drove.
He drove to a small town where he thought he could start a new life. He thought that if he just didn't keep up with the news he would find inner peace and harmony.
Bobby took up hunting and fishing. He traded his car for a truck. He still wasn't happy.
Bobby became active in his community and found a wife.
Bobby's discontent for humanity only grew.
One Spring morning Bobby went fishing and caught the largest fish he had ever caught. A sense of excitement filled his soul.
As he held the fish in his hands he thought about the excitement he was feeling.
"I am no better than those hunters of humanity, those destroyers of values. I am finding pleasure in taking this fish from his home. This fish will die by my hands and be eaten by my wife and me."
Bobby threw the fish back.
Bobby never went hunting or fishing again.
At first Bobby wouldn't eat anything that came from an living creature. He disdained any business that had meat for sale.
Bobby would picket restaurants and supermarkets. He handed out fliers that he wrote.
Bobby's wife left him.
One day Bobby was looking at a farm field and began to weep.
He cried for the plight of the plants in the field.
Figuring plants were entitled to life as much as the fish or animals, Bobby stopped eating plants as well. No one could talk to Bobby.
Bobby found discord in everything.
Bobby starved himself. Bobby died alone in February.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Aspects of Elegance
Mike rolled out of his bed. His sheets were cum stained. Old, used up dirty magazines were strewn about his rooming house room. There was a half finished bottle of whiskey on his night stand.
"Someday I'll get out of here," he said to himself.
He grabbed his towel and shaving kit and walked down to the bathroom he shared with five other people.
A young woman he had never seen was in the bathroom with the door open. She was sitting on the toilet trying to find a vein in her worn out, bloody arm. A brown leather belt was tightly wrapped around her bicep. A spoon and and two tiny empty baggies were on the floor.
"You almost done in there?"
"I can't hit. I can't get a vein," she cried.
"Let me help you there."
Mike walked in the bathroom and she gave him her syringe. He took her arm. His eyes adjusted.
"Oh, that one won't do," he wiped away her blood with his bare hand. "Let me see your other arm."
She gave him her other arm.
"Take off that belt," she did as he asked and gave him the belt.
Mike tied the belt tightly around her other arm. He got a vein to bulge that had no bruising or scare tissue around it. He inserted the needle into the vein and drew back blood.
"I locked your shot. Want it?"
She bit her lip and nodded in agreement. Mike pushed down on the plunger.
Her head tipped back in relief.
Mike noted to himself that this girl could have been no more than 19 or 20 years old.
He pulled the needle out and plugged the hole in her arm where the shot went in.
"How'd you know how to do that?"
After the blood stopped Mike turned on the sink and washed his hands. He turned to her and showed her his ancient scars.
"I've been around kid."
"Guy...the hurley jastend...crawlin'...the way you did tha...
"Just enjoy your shot. You don't get good one's after a while."
He put shaving cream on his hands and worked it into a lather. He slapped the shaving cream on his face.
The girl nearly fell off the toilet, but instinctively found her balance.
"You're a pretty righteous old man," she said; trying to keep her eyes open.
"You're welcome. If that was a thank you."
Mike shaved his face.
"You got an ol' lady?"
"No, I live here. What do you think?"
"I could use an ol' man?"
"For what?"
"I want to fuck."
Mike dried his face off.
"You telling me you want to fuck?"
"Do I have to ask twice?"
"Someday I'll get out of here," he said to himself.
He grabbed his towel and shaving kit and walked down to the bathroom he shared with five other people.
A young woman he had never seen was in the bathroom with the door open. She was sitting on the toilet trying to find a vein in her worn out, bloody arm. A brown leather belt was tightly wrapped around her bicep. A spoon and and two tiny empty baggies were on the floor.
"You almost done in there?"
"I can't hit. I can't get a vein," she cried.
"Let me help you there."
Mike walked in the bathroom and she gave him her syringe. He took her arm. His eyes adjusted.
"Oh, that one won't do," he wiped away her blood with his bare hand. "Let me see your other arm."
She gave him her other arm.
"Take off that belt," she did as he asked and gave him the belt.
Mike tied the belt tightly around her other arm. He got a vein to bulge that had no bruising or scare tissue around it. He inserted the needle into the vein and drew back blood.
"I locked your shot. Want it?"
She bit her lip and nodded in agreement. Mike pushed down on the plunger.
Her head tipped back in relief.
Mike noted to himself that this girl could have been no more than 19 or 20 years old.
He pulled the needle out and plugged the hole in her arm where the shot went in.
"How'd you know how to do that?"
After the blood stopped Mike turned on the sink and washed his hands. He turned to her and showed her his ancient scars.
"I've been around kid."
"Guy...the hurley jastend...crawlin'...the way you did tha...
"Just enjoy your shot. You don't get good one's after a while."
He put shaving cream on his hands and worked it into a lather. He slapped the shaving cream on his face.
The girl nearly fell off the toilet, but instinctively found her balance.
"You're a pretty righteous old man," she said; trying to keep her eyes open.
"You're welcome. If that was a thank you."
Mike shaved his face.
"You got an ol' lady?"
"No, I live here. What do you think?"
"I could use an ol' man?"
"For what?"
"I want to fuck."
Mike dried his face off.
"You telling me you want to fuck?"
"Do I have to ask twice?"
jesus loves me
"Enough Carrie. You have to stop hitting yourself like that."
Carrie was now a thirty two year old woman who had a lot going for her at one time. Looks, a car, a house, and a successful boyfriend. She was active in her church.
One beautiful summer night when the fireflies were out Carrie's car broke down. She tried to flag down a truck that passed by, to no avail. The truck was going too fast to stop.
There was no one else for a little while.
Then a white Ford Escort pulled up. The driver was an older man, dressed in work clothes.
"What's the problem here lady?"
"I..I have no idea," Carrie laughed.
"Let me give it a look-see."
Then man walked over to Carrie's car, reached in, and popped the hood. He got tinkering around.
Carrie sat in her car waiting for the man to get the car running again.
"You think you can fix it?"
The man walked over to her window. He knelt down beside the door.
"You aren't going nowhere."
He pulled out a gray pistol and shoved it against her head.
"Get out."
She did as he commanded.
"Put your hands behind your back."
She put her hands behind her back as he zip-tied her wrists together.
"Now move."
He kicked her in the direction of his car.
"I bet you just think you are so fucking cute, with that little cute car of yours and that cute haircut. Well I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight. Get in my trunk."
She got in his trunk.
"Look at me bitch."
She was too scared to do anything else but what he commanded.
"Look, you ain't never going to forget me," then he slammed the trunk.
He got in his car and turned on the ignition. A bird cawed in the distance.
The man drove for what seemed like a long time to Carrie, but what was only about thirty minutes.
He stopped the car and got out. She could hear what sounded like a drill. Then the trunk opened up.
"Get out."
She did as he commanded.
"Get on your knees."
As she got to her knees the man tied her wrists to her ankles behind her.
"I bet you think I'm going to fuck you. Don't you?"
Carrie started to cry.
"Cry, bitch, you should have been crying a long time ago when you thought buying shit and looking all pretty was going to amount to something. You like to look pretty. Don't you?"
Carrie didn't respond. She just cried. The man kicked her in the stomach.
"I told you you never was never going to forget me. Well, that might not be true. See, I have a plan for you. Simplification."
The man picked up a cordless power drill from on top of his car. He pulled the trigger and watched the tip spin.
"I'm about to reeducate you precious. And maybe you just might become a real person after all. If you're a good girl you will be reborn. It's going to be beautiful."
The man knelt down beside her. He kissed her temple. Then he put the tip of the drill to her temple.
As tears streamed down Carrie's face she sang out, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the bible tells me so..."
The man joined her in singing as he pulled the trigger of the drill.
Carrie was now a thirty two year old woman who had a lot going for her at one time. Looks, a car, a house, and a successful boyfriend. She was active in her church.
One beautiful summer night when the fireflies were out Carrie's car broke down. She tried to flag down a truck that passed by, to no avail. The truck was going too fast to stop.
There was no one else for a little while.
Then a white Ford Escort pulled up. The driver was an older man, dressed in work clothes.
"What's the problem here lady?"
"I..I have no idea," Carrie laughed.
"Let me give it a look-see."
Then man walked over to Carrie's car, reached in, and popped the hood. He got tinkering around.
Carrie sat in her car waiting for the man to get the car running again.
"You think you can fix it?"
The man walked over to her window. He knelt down beside the door.
"You aren't going nowhere."
He pulled out a gray pistol and shoved it against her head.
"Get out."
She did as he commanded.
"Put your hands behind your back."
She put her hands behind her back as he zip-tied her wrists together.
"Now move."
He kicked her in the direction of his car.
"I bet you just think you are so fucking cute, with that little cute car of yours and that cute haircut. Well I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight. Get in my trunk."
She got in his trunk.
"Look at me bitch."
She was too scared to do anything else but what he commanded.
"Look, you ain't never going to forget me," then he slammed the trunk.
He got in his car and turned on the ignition. A bird cawed in the distance.
The man drove for what seemed like a long time to Carrie, but what was only about thirty minutes.
He stopped the car and got out. She could hear what sounded like a drill. Then the trunk opened up.
"Get out."
She did as he commanded.
"Get on your knees."
As she got to her knees the man tied her wrists to her ankles behind her.
"I bet you think I'm going to fuck you. Don't you?"
Carrie started to cry.
"Cry, bitch, you should have been crying a long time ago when you thought buying shit and looking all pretty was going to amount to something. You like to look pretty. Don't you?"
Carrie didn't respond. She just cried. The man kicked her in the stomach.
"I told you you never was never going to forget me. Well, that might not be true. See, I have a plan for you. Simplification."
The man picked up a cordless power drill from on top of his car. He pulled the trigger and watched the tip spin.
"I'm about to reeducate you precious. And maybe you just might become a real person after all. If you're a good girl you will be reborn. It's going to be beautiful."
The man knelt down beside her. He kissed her temple. Then he put the tip of the drill to her temple.
As tears streamed down Carrie's face she sang out, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the bible tells me so..."
The man joined her in singing as he pulled the trigger of the drill.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Kick Stand
The gas pumper worked everyday. Rain, Snow, Sun. He was dependable. He knew how to change oil and he didn't creep out the customers too much. Usually.
On his walk to work one Tuesday morning he slipped on ice and fell. He broke his leg.
He limped his way to work. His boss was not happy.
"What the hell you doing falling on that ice boy."
"I wasn't paying attention to..."
"That's right you never pay attention to nothing. Now I supposed you're going to want me to take you to the hospital. Well I won't. You got here now, you can get yourself to the fucking hospital. And I don't want you back until you're better. Now get."
The gas pumper limped on down to the hospital. His leg got worse.
Because of complications his leg had to be removed.
The gas pumper could not work for a few months. He was exiled to his little apartment. His lights were turned off. He dinned by candle light. His boss didn't come to see how he was doing.
When he could finally get around good and could manage to saw, he crafted himself a peg leg.
It was almost Summer. The gas pumper walked on down to the gas station he worked and spoke to the boss.
"Get in here boy. You are moving around real good now. I'm impressed."
"Thanks there boss man, I was just wondering if I could have my job again?"
"Well now see, I got this new kid Randy to work. I'd like to have you back, but Randy works for a dollar less than you did."
"Yeah, well..."
"Yeah, but if you work for a dollar fifty less than you did before I would get rid of Randy."
The gas pumper agreed. Then he got back to work.
The kids in the neighborhood now called the gas pumper Kick Stand, on account of his new wooden leg.
On his walk to work one Tuesday morning he slipped on ice and fell. He broke his leg.
He limped his way to work. His boss was not happy.
"What the hell you doing falling on that ice boy."
"I wasn't paying attention to..."
"That's right you never pay attention to nothing. Now I supposed you're going to want me to take you to the hospital. Well I won't. You got here now, you can get yourself to the fucking hospital. And I don't want you back until you're better. Now get."
The gas pumper limped on down to the hospital. His leg got worse.
Because of complications his leg had to be removed.
The gas pumper could not work for a few months. He was exiled to his little apartment. His lights were turned off. He dinned by candle light. His boss didn't come to see how he was doing.
When he could finally get around good and could manage to saw, he crafted himself a peg leg.
It was almost Summer. The gas pumper walked on down to the gas station he worked and spoke to the boss.
"Get in here boy. You are moving around real good now. I'm impressed."
"Thanks there boss man, I was just wondering if I could have my job again?"
"Well now see, I got this new kid Randy to work. I'd like to have you back, but Randy works for a dollar less than you did."
"Yeah, well..."
"Yeah, but if you work for a dollar fifty less than you did before I would get rid of Randy."
The gas pumper agreed. Then he got back to work.
The kids in the neighborhood now called the gas pumper Kick Stand, on account of his new wooden leg.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
a new friend
"Man, all I got is hope," said Ronnie's cell mate.
He had just found out that his wife wanted a divorce.
"Sometimes I just want to kill that bitch."
"Isn't that what your in here for?"
"Naw...I choked her Dad out. He was being all up in my business and I was like fuck that. Then I slapped her Mom. Bitch was screaming."
"Yeah, go figure."
"All I really want to do is talk to her. I know she'll come around. Fucking DA got a no contact order."
"Man"
"You think she's fucking some other nigga?"
"I don't know man."
"I bet she is...I bet she's fucking some other dude. That's what's got that bitch trippin."
"Oh well, it's kind of late to be worried about that."
Ronnie's cellmate jumped down and grabbed his throat.
"You should shut your god dammed mouth before I make you my new bitch. I ain't gay, but I'll fuck you."
He had just found out that his wife wanted a divorce.
"Sometimes I just want to kill that bitch."
"Isn't that what your in here for?"
"Naw...I choked her Dad out. He was being all up in my business and I was like fuck that. Then I slapped her Mom. Bitch was screaming."
"Yeah, go figure."
"All I really want to do is talk to her. I know she'll come around. Fucking DA got a no contact order."
"Man"
"You think she's fucking some other nigga?"
"I don't know man."
"I bet she is...I bet she's fucking some other dude. That's what's got that bitch trippin."
"Oh well, it's kind of late to be worried about that."
Ronnie's cellmate jumped down and grabbed his throat.
"You should shut your god dammed mouth before I make you my new bitch. I ain't gay, but I'll fuck you."
Aligator Wrestling
Bo and Tracy really really loved each other.
Bo and Tracy were on the run from home.
When Bo was a child he and a friend used to go on three-hour runaways.
This was no three hour runaway.
Bo and Tracy had robbed a bank. They were going to build a new life in Florida. They were going to wrestle alligators. They were going to have a family.
Somewhere around the Illinois-Indiana border Tracy pulled the car over to the side of the road and put the car in park.
"Bo, do you really love me?"
"Baby you know I do. There is no one ever like you."
"Not even Sarah? You know I know you were fucking her when we first started going out."
"Come on baby. You know she meant nothing to me."
Tracy just looked at Bo.
"Bo, I'm pregnant."
"What? Come on now."
"No I took a test at the hotel this morning."
"Baby"
Bo and Tracy kissed. A real kiss that felt like no other kiss.
"We're going to make it baby," said Bo.
"I know we are."
Tracy put the car in drive and took off without even looking behind her. If she would have looked behind her, she would have seen the semi approaching at 50 miles per hour.
And Bo and Tracy might have made it to Florida.
Bo and Tracy were on the run from home.
When Bo was a child he and a friend used to go on three-hour runaways.
This was no three hour runaway.
Bo and Tracy had robbed a bank. They were going to build a new life in Florida. They were going to wrestle alligators. They were going to have a family.
Somewhere around the Illinois-Indiana border Tracy pulled the car over to the side of the road and put the car in park.
"Bo, do you really love me?"
"Baby you know I do. There is no one ever like you."
"Not even Sarah? You know I know you were fucking her when we first started going out."
"Come on baby. You know she meant nothing to me."
Tracy just looked at Bo.
"Bo, I'm pregnant."
"What? Come on now."
"No I took a test at the hotel this morning."
"Baby"
Bo and Tracy kissed. A real kiss that felt like no other kiss.
"We're going to make it baby," said Bo.
"I know we are."
Tracy put the car in drive and took off without even looking behind her. If she would have looked behind her, she would have seen the semi approaching at 50 miles per hour.
And Bo and Tracy might have made it to Florida.
A Night In the Park
The man on the swing set was listening to his head set. It was a little past Midnight. No one was around.
"I can talk to snakes."
"I can talk to sharks."
"I used to build houses for sharks where I would teach them to communicate with each other. They never did say anything nice."
"Now snakes. Those motherfuckers know how to talk. They know how to love."
"I am going to be a snake when I'm young again."
The man picked up a cigarette butt from the ground and lit it with a match.
"Someday I'm going to be a scorpion. I don't want to be a deadly one. I just want to be a scorpion that falls in love with a snake."
"I will build my snake spouse a beautiful little house and we are going to have a bunch of little snake-scorpion children. We will live under the sea."
The chain connecting the swing to the swing set broke and the man fell.
"Motherfucking humans never knew how to build anything."
"I can talk to snakes."
"I can talk to sharks."
"I used to build houses for sharks where I would teach them to communicate with each other. They never did say anything nice."
"Now snakes. Those motherfuckers know how to talk. They know how to love."
"I am going to be a snake when I'm young again."
The man picked up a cigarette butt from the ground and lit it with a match.
"Someday I'm going to be a scorpion. I don't want to be a deadly one. I just want to be a scorpion that falls in love with a snake."
"I will build my snake spouse a beautiful little house and we are going to have a bunch of little snake-scorpion children. We will live under the sea."
The chain connecting the swing to the swing set broke and the man fell.
"Motherfucking humans never knew how to build anything."
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Mr. Biggly
Mr. Biggly was a 60 year old man who just got divorced. His wife left him because he drank too much and was never home. She waited until their kids were grown and then she left.
Mr. Biggly liked to watch the kids at the middle school practice football. His favorite time to watch was when the middle school cheerleaders practiced their routines. It was the only time his dick got hard.
Mr. Biggly got fired from his job and started watching a lot of t.v. He was home all day. When Summer came around he hired some kids in the neighborhood to work on his yard. He paid them in sports memorabilia.
"Mr. Biggly," how come you have all this sports memorabilia asked one of the kids.
"Oh, well, I used to be a scout for the Denver Broncos."
"Really?"
"Yeah back in the late 80's, but that was before you kids' time."
The kids left Mr. Biggly's house and went and told their parents.
"That Mr. Biggly is a fucking liar and a creep and you kids aren't going back over there," said Joey's Mom.
That was the end of Mr. Biggly's Summer yard help.
Around Fall the kids were back practicing their sports. The boys played football, and the girls practiced their cheer leading routines.
One day Mr. Biggly showed back up at the field. He was wearing his Denver Broncos jacket and hat. He was eating a hamburger.
One of the boys playing football pointed and laughed at Mr. Biggly. "There goes your scout Joey. Maybe he might have some extra work for you back at his house."
All the other boys laughed.
Then coach Parr, one of the player's father, called Mr. Biggly over.
Mr. Biggly walked over to the coach all proud; as if he had purpose.
"What the fuck are you doing here Biggly? I mean I see you all the time, and you don't even have a kid in school."
"Ah..O.. MMM...I like..want to help out."
"Bullshit Biggly, I've seen you rubbing your crotch and staring at those little girls. Joey's Mom told me about how you told the kids you used to be a scout for that stupid team," pointing to Mr. Biggly's Bronco's hat.
"Well I...Ah."
"Do you think I would let you help do anything around here you perverted puke."
"I..Ah"
"Well I think you should get the fuck out of here Biggly."
Mr. Biggly started to cry. The football team started chanting "Biggly Boo...Biggly Boo Hoo," over and over again as he walked away.
Mr. Biggly went home. He smashed his fist into a wall and fell down on his kitchen floor crying.
"I'm so stupid...so stupid..."
Then there was a knock on the door.
It was Shelly, Mr. Biggly's daughter.
"Dad, you are a fucking joke. I just got a call about your escapade at the Middle School," Shelly yelled from the front porch.
"I hope you die real soon so you stop embarrassing us. You asshole."
Mr. Biggly liked to watch the kids at the middle school practice football. His favorite time to watch was when the middle school cheerleaders practiced their routines. It was the only time his dick got hard.
Mr. Biggly got fired from his job and started watching a lot of t.v. He was home all day. When Summer came around he hired some kids in the neighborhood to work on his yard. He paid them in sports memorabilia.
"Mr. Biggly," how come you have all this sports memorabilia asked one of the kids.
"Oh, well, I used to be a scout for the Denver Broncos."
"Really?"
"Yeah back in the late 80's, but that was before you kids' time."
The kids left Mr. Biggly's house and went and told their parents.
"That Mr. Biggly is a fucking liar and a creep and you kids aren't going back over there," said Joey's Mom.
That was the end of Mr. Biggly's Summer yard help.
Around Fall the kids were back practicing their sports. The boys played football, and the girls practiced their cheer leading routines.
One day Mr. Biggly showed back up at the field. He was wearing his Denver Broncos jacket and hat. He was eating a hamburger.
One of the boys playing football pointed and laughed at Mr. Biggly. "There goes your scout Joey. Maybe he might have some extra work for you back at his house."
All the other boys laughed.
Then coach Parr, one of the player's father, called Mr. Biggly over.
Mr. Biggly walked over to the coach all proud; as if he had purpose.
"What the fuck are you doing here Biggly? I mean I see you all the time, and you don't even have a kid in school."
"Ah..O.. MMM...I like..want to help out."
"Bullshit Biggly, I've seen you rubbing your crotch and staring at those little girls. Joey's Mom told me about how you told the kids you used to be a scout for that stupid team," pointing to Mr. Biggly's Bronco's hat.
"Well I...Ah."
"Do you think I would let you help do anything around here you perverted puke."
"I..Ah"
"Well I think you should get the fuck out of here Biggly."
Mr. Biggly started to cry. The football team started chanting "Biggly Boo...Biggly Boo Hoo," over and over again as he walked away.
Mr. Biggly went home. He smashed his fist into a wall and fell down on his kitchen floor crying.
"I'm so stupid...so stupid..."
Then there was a knock on the door.
It was Shelly, Mr. Biggly's daughter.
"Dad, you are a fucking joke. I just got a call about your escapade at the Middle School," Shelly yelled from the front porch.
"I hope you die real soon so you stop embarrassing us. You asshole."
Suicide Contender
Jimmy was a great kid.
I grew up with Jimmy. Jimmy played baseball. Jimmy kissed girls.
Jimmy went to war.
When Jimmy came home Jimmy wasn't the same. He drank everyday all day. When there was no money left to drink Jimmy drank drinks left over on the bar.
No girls wanted to kiss Jimmy anymore.
Jimmy began selling himself on the corner outside the gay bar. Men wanted to kiss Jimmy. They wanted to take Jimmy to their house and keep him in their moment of bliss.
Jimmy would steal things from them before he left their homes.
One night Jimmy prayed to God. Jimmy asked: Why? Jimmy didn't wait for an answer.
Jimmy shot himself in the head, but didn't die.
Now Jimmy sits in a chair at the Whispering Willows Convalescent Home.
Men and Women take care of Jimmy.
I grew up with Jimmy. Jimmy played baseball. Jimmy kissed girls.
Jimmy went to war.
When Jimmy came home Jimmy wasn't the same. He drank everyday all day. When there was no money left to drink Jimmy drank drinks left over on the bar.
No girls wanted to kiss Jimmy anymore.
Jimmy began selling himself on the corner outside the gay bar. Men wanted to kiss Jimmy. They wanted to take Jimmy to their house and keep him in their moment of bliss.
Jimmy would steal things from them before he left their homes.
One night Jimmy prayed to God. Jimmy asked: Why? Jimmy didn't wait for an answer.
Jimmy shot himself in the head, but didn't die.
Now Jimmy sits in a chair at the Whispering Willows Convalescent Home.
Men and Women take care of Jimmy.
Friday, March 19, 2010
A Sequel For A Sister
"My Sister left home years ago," said my cousin's girlfriend. What she was saying kind of came out muffled, but that's how it comes out when someone is throwing up blood.
She was trying to tell me what went wrong all those years ago and why she was so messed up now. She was trying to tell me about being made to jack off her grandfather while her grandmother watched. She was trying to tell me about how the hot water for bathing had to be heated on the stove.
She said, "no matter how hot the water was, it wouldn't wash away the things that I've done."
She had a pet bunny when she was growing up. She fed the bunny every day and brushed it's white coat of fur. She loved that bunny.
She named the bunny Elfwich.
On Easter Sunday she woke up to the smell of food cooking. All her little brother's were in the kitchen dying eggs. She asked, "what's cooking?"
Grandma and Grandpa looked at each other.
Her uncle walked in the little two room tar paper shack with her bunny's hide in his hands. "Thank's for feeding that rabbit of yours so good little darlin'. Now we can have an Easter after all."
She told me how her heart could never care for anything again after that Easter Sunday.
She was trying to tell me what went wrong all those years ago and why she was so messed up now. She was trying to tell me about being made to jack off her grandfather while her grandmother watched. She was trying to tell me about how the hot water for bathing had to be heated on the stove.
She said, "no matter how hot the water was, it wouldn't wash away the things that I've done."
She had a pet bunny when she was growing up. She fed the bunny every day and brushed it's white coat of fur. She loved that bunny.
She named the bunny Elfwich.
On Easter Sunday she woke up to the smell of food cooking. All her little brother's were in the kitchen dying eggs. She asked, "what's cooking?"
Grandma and Grandpa looked at each other.
Her uncle walked in the little two room tar paper shack with her bunny's hide in his hands. "Thank's for feeding that rabbit of yours so good little darlin'. Now we can have an Easter after all."
She told me how her heart could never care for anything again after that Easter Sunday.
29
"Tyler, you have to stop what you are doing and clean up your act," my ex-wife said to me at the end of a call I placed to her from the Racine County Jail. It was just a few minutes before midnight. I was about to turn 30 years old inside a bullpen outside of the booking area. Happy Birthday.
As I sat in that bullpen, surprisingly coherent, I realized that the last year of my life had been a full fledged attempt to destroy anything resembling a decent, honest existence. I fell head over heels for a girl who could not return my love. My wife divorced me, my mom died; those two things happened the same day. Then I brought the girl who could not return my love to live with me. Received an inheritance. Blew through most of it. Lost the friendships of two people who were there for me due to my malicious actions. Picked up a few felony drug charges, and now I was in jail.
The two people were along for most of the ride were Jamie and Aaron. People who had dispositions like my own. All of us had sold our souls to deviancy, depravity, debauchery, and decadence. We were up for anything having to do with moral degradation; as long as the end selfishly resulted in getting high.
Jamie was an on-again, off-again girlfriend who I had been insane about since she was 18 and came to me because she wanted a pimp who wouldn't beat her. She was the one person I allowed to seduce me since I had my heart broken at age 17. She was a somber soul who was addicted to heroin.
The night that I met her I had been married only three weeks. We were at a friend's parent's house watching TV. She had just done a shot of H and offered me a bump. I had done dope before, but I had never found the drug all too appealing. That night I had an experience that was to cement the insane bond between her, me and heroin that would plague me for years to come. That night I broke the sacred vow of my marriage.
Aaron was a product of a generation of youth who had no one to look up to. We met at a packaging company. I could see rock music in his eyes and defeat in his heart. I found out he was a singer in a hard core band before he got addicted to crack. His crack addiction let him to a prison stint. Good behavior led him to parole. Misfortune led him to think I was a good guy to befriend.
When he and I would get together everything would be fun and games at first. Then everything would go very bad. Someone's feelings always got hurt due to sleight of hand. We would just chalk the dirt done up to the crack. We could seemingly do whatever we wanted to one another without the other holding any long term resentment. The forgiveness only lasted so long. As the stakes grew higher, so did the animosity.
Though I spent most of 29 with Aaron and Jamie, other people played key roles. There was my Grandma, Mom, Son, Ex-Wife, drug dealers, irate neighbors, shop keepers, cops, and an elderly landlord who were along for the ride. Having made it to the other side of 29 I can easily look back and be grateful that I did not end up dead. I easily could have. I ask myself: why do some die in the drug game? I realize that drug addicts and the people around them are all players in a deviant chess match where there are no clear cut winners. Some make it. Others are sacrificed. I was just fortunate enough to be a king who was still breathing even if I was facing a stalemate.
As I sat in that bullpen, surprisingly coherent, I realized that the last year of my life had been a full fledged attempt to destroy anything resembling a decent, honest existence. I fell head over heels for a girl who could not return my love. My wife divorced me, my mom died; those two things happened the same day. Then I brought the girl who could not return my love to live with me. Received an inheritance. Blew through most of it. Lost the friendships of two people who were there for me due to my malicious actions. Picked up a few felony drug charges, and now I was in jail.
The two people were along for most of the ride were Jamie and Aaron. People who had dispositions like my own. All of us had sold our souls to deviancy, depravity, debauchery, and decadence. We were up for anything having to do with moral degradation; as long as the end selfishly resulted in getting high.
Jamie was an on-again, off-again girlfriend who I had been insane about since she was 18 and came to me because she wanted a pimp who wouldn't beat her. She was the one person I allowed to seduce me since I had my heart broken at age 17. She was a somber soul who was addicted to heroin.
The night that I met her I had been married only three weeks. We were at a friend's parent's house watching TV. She had just done a shot of H and offered me a bump. I had done dope before, but I had never found the drug all too appealing. That night I had an experience that was to cement the insane bond between her, me and heroin that would plague me for years to come. That night I broke the sacred vow of my marriage.
Aaron was a product of a generation of youth who had no one to look up to. We met at a packaging company. I could see rock music in his eyes and defeat in his heart. I found out he was a singer in a hard core band before he got addicted to crack. His crack addiction let him to a prison stint. Good behavior led him to parole. Misfortune led him to think I was a good guy to befriend.
When he and I would get together everything would be fun and games at first. Then everything would go very bad. Someone's feelings always got hurt due to sleight of hand. We would just chalk the dirt done up to the crack. We could seemingly do whatever we wanted to one another without the other holding any long term resentment. The forgiveness only lasted so long. As the stakes grew higher, so did the animosity.
Though I spent most of 29 with Aaron and Jamie, other people played key roles. There was my Grandma, Mom, Son, Ex-Wife, drug dealers, irate neighbors, shop keepers, cops, and an elderly landlord who were along for the ride. Having made it to the other side of 29 I can easily look back and be grateful that I did not end up dead. I easily could have. I ask myself: why do some die in the drug game? I realize that drug addicts and the people around them are all players in a deviant chess match where there are no clear cut winners. Some make it. Others are sacrificed. I was just fortunate enough to be a king who was still breathing even if I was facing a stalemate.
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There was this park that everyone used to go to. In this park were the quintets, the girl with down's syndrome, the lurker, the break dancers, and the people filled with decay. Then there was me and I was there to watch the junkies fight the crackheads because someone fucked someone else's girl. This was a long standing feud over an issue that no one really knew who started. The fight was always gruesome and no one cared who really won. All that ever usually came of this was someone died and someone limped away with a moment of greatness. An honor not understood by anyone else, but the standing.
Today the popcorn vendor was even set up with his red and white boxes of popcorn ready to be sold to anyone there to view the spectacle. The drug addicted warriors were not buying popcorn. They were not even fueled up by their drug of choice. They were fueled by an anger and resentment that they did not even try to understand. It was time to let loose and be reckless.
The crackheads were the first to show up, which led me to believe that it was one of them that fucked a junkies girl. Some of them wore hooded sweatshirts which was a bad idea for hand to hand combat, but the sweatshirt could easily hide weapons to pull out if necessary. One of them did push ups on the filthy ground. Another did jumping jacks until he got stuck from the tip of a syringe. His buddy just laughed and said, "they're gonna get it for that." The man who got stuck just pulled it out and said, "you better believe it."
The day was dark and the sky was clouded as if God knew light was not needed for the event that was about to begin.
Then the junkies showed up. They were a real leathery, zombie like group, with a few heavy hitters in the midst. What they may have lacked in energy they made up for in numbers. They looked like kids who fell off the suburban school bus into a burial plot. They were sexy and skinny. Jackets with no shirts on underneath.
They didn't even bother to warm up. They walked down to the field where the battle was to begin and got comfortable. The crackheads were not as unified. The were not ready for what was about to come.
Today the popcorn vendor was even set up with his red and white boxes of popcorn ready to be sold to anyone there to view the spectacle. The drug addicted warriors were not buying popcorn. They were not even fueled up by their drug of choice. They were fueled by an anger and resentment that they did not even try to understand. It was time to let loose and be reckless.
The crackheads were the first to show up, which led me to believe that it was one of them that fucked a junkies girl. Some of them wore hooded sweatshirts which was a bad idea for hand to hand combat, but the sweatshirt could easily hide weapons to pull out if necessary. One of them did push ups on the filthy ground. Another did jumping jacks until he got stuck from the tip of a syringe. His buddy just laughed and said, "they're gonna get it for that." The man who got stuck just pulled it out and said, "you better believe it."
The day was dark and the sky was clouded as if God knew light was not needed for the event that was about to begin.
Then the junkies showed up. They were a real leathery, zombie like group, with a few heavy hitters in the midst. What they may have lacked in energy they made up for in numbers. They looked like kids who fell off the suburban school bus into a burial plot. They were sexy and skinny. Jackets with no shirts on underneath.
They didn't even bother to warm up. They walked down to the field where the battle was to begin and got comfortable. The crackheads were not as unified. The were not ready for what was about to come.
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