He had spent much time cutting out pictures of young girls screaming from old magazines. LIFE, LOOK, Saturday Evening Post etc. Most of the time it was scenes from Beatles concerts. He posted all of them on the walls of a little room he rented in the back house of these fat peoples garage. At night he would play Beatles Albums on an old turntable and imagine the girls were all screaming for him. Some girls were crying, some girls were pulling out their hair and some looked possessed by the devil. This turned him on greatly. Sometimes he would imagine himself out on stage, no band, just him alone, stroking his fat cock to the roaring masses. We Can Work It Out, Don't bother me, It Won't Be Long, I Saw Her Standing There, Love Me Do, These songs would push him over the edge, his engine operating at high temperature, sending him into a glorious ball of orgasmic delight. Afterwards he would towel off with an old crusty sock and look at this one girls picture that he particularly liked more than the rest. She had both hands on her face like that kid in home alone. He had drawn a heart around her face with a purple crayon. He named her cotton. Cotton, he would say, "Someday were going to move away to a little house in the country and have children of our own. Cotton Jr. Apple Venus, Chiclet and Confetti. They will all be girls because I don't want anymore cocks in the house. I will work at a gas station and you will love me unconditionally. In return I will spoil you with a service station mans wages. Our little girls will grow into little sluts and marry men for their money and fancy pants. We will grow old together and die laughing in each others arms." That satisfied him. He tossed down the crusty sock and went into the bathroom. Above the toilet was a fist sized hole. He had gotten drunk the night before and punched a hole right goddamn there. He picked up a copy of LIFE magazine, 1959. Inside he found a picture of a little girl crying. "Eat Your Pea's And Don't Cry" the add said. He cut out the advertisement and pasted it over the hole. There there, nobody will know and I won't tell a soul, except you dear reader. After that he got into the shower and ran the water hot. He liked hot water, so hot that it would turn your skin red. Towards the end of the shower he would turn the water cold, so cold that it turned your skin deathly blue. He then sat on the floor of the shower and went through his "lost and neglected puppy in the rain act" "They just don't like and or want me, any of them, they lied to me, cheated on me, kicked me, fired me, broke my heart and left."In an hour he would have to be at work.

Outside he found his sad looking car. It was 10 years old now. It once belonged to his dead grandfather, a WWII vet. In the last month he had two flat tires, a smashed out window and a slash three feet long that ran down the passengers door. Life was hard on people but it was worse on your car. He pulled a flyer from out of the windshield wipers, it read "Ching Chongs Chinese Food" "Has the economy got you down? Lost your job, house etc. Well Try "CHING CHONGS CHINA BOWLS" They are "YUMMY" Your Family will "LUV" them and they won't make your wallet "MAD." He crumbled the advertisement into a ball and tossed it as high as it would go. It didn't go very high.

At work he was late. He clocked in with his little thumb print. Thank you, a woman's voice said. You're welcome, you spirit crushing little cunt. At his desk was a stack of papers. Everything was fucked up as usual. He spent the majority of the afternoon looking at things he had no interest purchasing on Ebay. Then he looked on Craigslist. It was his daily routine. He was looking at the FREE section when he got an idea. I'm going to post something here. Title? Hmm, he thought. Then he typed. "FREE WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT" In the body he wrote. Middle aged man, average looks, average intelligence, below average income, have most hair and teeth, lacks ambition and a desire to contribute to society. YOU MUST PICK UP! There. He sent it and waited. After lunch he checked his mail. 15 responses. 14 of them were advertisements for penis enlargement. One of the them was from a woman. Her message read "My goodness, why on earth would anyone write such a thing. Do you not value your self worth? I will pray for you...Suzy." They exchanged emails for the rest of the day. Later that night they exchanged pictures too. She was fat, he could tell. They were all shots from angles so you couldn't see how fat she really was. Fat girls always do this. He sent her a picture from 4 years ago. He had more hair back then. They exchanged a few more emails, talked on the phone and decided to meet the following night. They agreed to meet at bar called "Ferns Cocktails."

He got there early. Drank down 4 beers and 4 shots of Russian vodka on the rocks. He wasn't much and therefor didn't expect much either. People have such high, unrealistic expectations when it comes to dating and life in general. She sent him a text when she got there. "Parking, I'm wearing hot pink. See you in a sec." He looked and found a back door. It made him feel better. Then she was there. She was much bigger in person he thought. She ordered a banana daiquiri. Odd he thought, it's winter, 63 degrees at night in southern California. They talked for awhile. So what do you do? She asked. I like to lay around the house and watch football. Really she asked? No I'm just kidding, I don't watch football. He got up and played "Peace in the Valley." You like this old music? she asked. Sometimes, he said. It became rapidly apparent that they had nothing in common, nothing, zero, ziltch, nada. He started to get bored. She looked bored too. "Listen he said, I have to work early in the morning. I think it's time I get going." Me too, she said. He walked her to her car and gave her a light hug. "Nice meeting you" You too she said. When he got to his car he thought how sad life is. Then he remembered Cotton back at home. She was on his wall with both of her hands on her face screaming, a purple heart drawn around her picture.

12/30/2012

Posted on 12/31/2012
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