Post by themirrorthief on Mar 27, 2017 17:01:20 GMT -5
I cried all night. I missed my parents, God rest their souls. The next day I went over to my ex wife's apartment and gave her the 500 dollars she said she had to have for her rent. It took most of my pitiful finances to do that but I did. She thanked me and I left, I caught a glimpse of her boyfriend staring out from the kitchen. Later I drove to a chinese place and got take out. I went to the park and ate. I felt a lot better afterwareds. Before I had been terribly nervous, shaky, like a drug addict who needed a fix. Actually I am a drug addict. My doctor has me on four or five or six different drugs. High sugar, high cholesterol, depression, and a couple more I cant recall are supposed to fix something.
You get feeling real shaky and sick if you dont take your meds, ask anybody. I had some in my car that I had bought the day or two before. I took them and ate and felt better. I sat there in the park and and wished I didnt have to go home. My kid and her boyfriend were making life miserable. Its a long story and I wont go into it. It doesnt help that my job is killing me, everyone's job is killing them. People are always being asked to do more and they feel they have to comply. They want to do more, their job is probably the only reality they can deal with. They have to, though most people probably dont work much at all if any.
I gave a kid a basketball. I had bought it because I thought I would play and it would help me get in shape. I never did play so I gave the ball away. The older you get the less you play. I guess that sucks the most when you think about it and I do.
I am not a monster, I am a human being...at least I think so. I am not a serial killer either. My life could never be that exciting or at least that is what I used to think.
I had this idea that I would go downtown on my day off and just sit on one of the benches there and enjoy the sun and watch people going past in their cars and on foot too.
This homeless man came up to me and asked for a cigarette. I gave him one and gave him a light too. He sat there for a while smoking. He was a very big man and kind of tough looking too. "I want your wallet, give it to me now."
He moved very close to me and squeezed my arm very hard. He was strong. I was damned scared for real. My stress free day people watching had turned to crap very quickly. "I only have a few dollars." I said lying. Actually my very last 100 bucks were in the wallet and I didnt get paid again for nearly two weeks. I had to have money to eat and get gas. No gas no job you know.
He squeezed my arm even harder and his breath was horrendous. "Give it to me now or I take your head off with my fist," he said.
"OK, OK, let me get it out of my pocket..." I replied and he grunted ominously.
I brought the switchblade out and struck him in the face. Blood shot out and I slashed him again across his wrist, the one he had used to squeeze me. He jumped to his feet and started running. I went to my car and drove away. It was a miracle nobody had seen what happened. Everyone was to busy with their own lives and troubles. I went home and tried to relax despite the loud music coming from my daughter's room. Then she and her boyfriend started arguing again. I left and took a long walk. LIfe could be a bitch at times, it was simply the way it was.
I thought about praying but He already knew my problems. My body is holy place meaning God lives inside me. So how could he not know everything. Not that I know anything of course.
On Sundays I do a bit of charity work, carrying handicapped people to church. I only do it because of the woman who works there. She has a wonderful body but she is quite a solemn soul. I listen to her and she listens to me. I wish I had more to say though.
Maybe we will have a better relationship eventually but I doubt it. I am pretty bad with women. However, let us stick to the facts. Or is this a work of fiction, the borders are a bit blurred at times. One day I kissed this woman. She asked me to leave and I did. The next time I came along I brought a gift but I did not try to kiss her. She is single with several children and says she can get along fine without a man. Unfortunately for me I am a man. So it goes. I will talk to her again and listen to her secrets. Maybe someday she will find me to be the best friend she could have. I am going to ask her out when I have money again. I pray my ex wife's boyfriend will soon get a job.
You get feeling real shaky and sick if you dont take your meds, ask anybody. I had some in my car that I had bought the day or two before. I took them and ate and felt better. I sat there in the park and and wished I didnt have to go home. My kid and her boyfriend were making life miserable. Its a long story and I wont go into it. It doesnt help that my job is killing me, everyone's job is killing them. People are always being asked to do more and they feel they have to comply. They want to do more, their job is probably the only reality they can deal with. They have to, though most people probably dont work much at all if any.
I gave a kid a basketball. I had bought it because I thought I would play and it would help me get in shape. I never did play so I gave the ball away. The older you get the less you play. I guess that sucks the most when you think about it and I do.
I am not a monster, I am a human being...at least I think so. I am not a serial killer either. My life could never be that exciting or at least that is what I used to think.
I had this idea that I would go downtown on my day off and just sit on one of the benches there and enjoy the sun and watch people going past in their cars and on foot too.
This homeless man came up to me and asked for a cigarette. I gave him one and gave him a light too. He sat there for a while smoking. He was a very big man and kind of tough looking too. "I want your wallet, give it to me now."
He moved very close to me and squeezed my arm very hard. He was strong. I was damned scared for real. My stress free day people watching had turned to crap very quickly. "I only have a few dollars." I said lying. Actually my very last 100 bucks were in the wallet and I didnt get paid again for nearly two weeks. I had to have money to eat and get gas. No gas no job you know.
He squeezed my arm even harder and his breath was horrendous. "Give it to me now or I take your head off with my fist," he said.
"OK, OK, let me get it out of my pocket..." I replied and he grunted ominously.
I brought the switchblade out and struck him in the face. Blood shot out and I slashed him again across his wrist, the one he had used to squeeze me. He jumped to his feet and started running. I went to my car and drove away. It was a miracle nobody had seen what happened. Everyone was to busy with their own lives and troubles. I went home and tried to relax despite the loud music coming from my daughter's room. Then she and her boyfriend started arguing again. I left and took a long walk. LIfe could be a bitch at times, it was simply the way it was.
I thought about praying but He already knew my problems. My body is holy place meaning God lives inside me. So how could he not know everything. Not that I know anything of course.
On Sundays I do a bit of charity work, carrying handicapped people to church. I only do it because of the woman who works there. She has a wonderful body but she is quite a solemn soul. I listen to her and she listens to me. I wish I had more to say though.
Maybe we will have a better relationship eventually but I doubt it. I am pretty bad with women. However, let us stick to the facts. Or is this a work of fiction, the borders are a bit blurred at times. One day I kissed this woman. She asked me to leave and I did. The next time I came along I brought a gift but I did not try to kiss her. She is single with several children and says she can get along fine without a man. Unfortunately for me I am a man. So it goes. I will talk to her again and listen to her secrets. Maybe someday she will find me to be the best friend she could have. I am going to ask her out when I have money again. I pray my ex wife's boyfriend will soon get a job.