I'm knackered. I was going to say some stuff about something, but I can't recall. Thank you for playing! Anyway, here's a very short story I wrote today.
Green Flies
Andrew was 8 years old. It was 1976.
Every August, he, his Mom, and his sister, would go down the Jersey
Shore to Lavalette.
It was a cloudy day and the wind was
blowing from the west, which meant that the green flies would scissor
open your flesh and then leave you with a painful welt. Being on the
beach was a nightmare in these situations.
It was on such a day that Andy decided
to move off of the water to the top of the beach, where for some
reason, the flies were less prolific. 80 minutes later, he had made a
brilliant sand castle, he had brought buckets of water with him, and
was putting on the finsihing touches. Suddenly a big blonde kid
walked up the boardwalk, which was the way off of the beach, and
said, “Hey Kid!,” and then destroyed the sand castle with a
single kick.
“Fucking asshole,” Andrew said.
The older boy walked over to him and
punched him in the face.
As his Mom put ice on his right eye,
she said, “If he does it again, punch him in the nuts.”
Andrew was humiliated and in pain. He
decided to go his mother one step better.
- - -
It was another cloudy day, but the
eastern winds did not bring the flies. Andrew had a castle going
that had a moat, a major wall and five turrets, a bit farther from
the shore, where he could still get sand that was dry,. Along came
the older boy. “Hey Asshole,” and kicked the wall and three
turrets down.
Andrew tried to steel himself. “You
know what, douchebag. You're like a green fly. You need to be
killed.”
He laughed. “And whose gonna do that,
you fucking pussy.”
Now it was Andrew's turn to smile. “Me,
you fucking dick!” With his left hand he dug into the dry sand and
pulled out the tire iron from his mom's trunk. He swung it and caught
him on the left cheek. He quickly tossed the tire iron to his right
hand and struck him on the nose, the right cheek, and then the
throat. He dropped like a sausage. The beach was fairly empty, but a
few people stopped to take notice.
Andrew screamed, “And this for
fucking me up the ass in the men's shower yesterday, you fucking
homo!”
He swung with everything he had and
struck the blonde boy in the center of his spine. Everyone within 200
feet heard the sickening crack. The boy screamed out in agony. Andrew
was arrested and the blonde boy was left a quadriplegic.
In court, Andrew told, in heartbreaking
detail, how the blonde boy had forced him into one of the showers and
raped him. Andrew was found not guilty.
Good day at work today. We harvested plants and in the afternoon we trimmed buds. I move into a temporary place mañana. I am excited. I am grateful to these guys for letting me stay here.
put a bullet in my brain
3 days of work left. Also looking for a new place, I was just told tonight, and working six days a week. My friend was cool about it. And that's fine. It's time. I'm more than ready to find a my own place. I appreciate everything they've done for me.
Well, I just landed a job and now recruiters are banging my door down. Oh, it's nice to be wanted. And I will listen to any and all offers that don't include full frontal nudity. One is an assistant grower job, which was my dream job for this year, to work as an assistant grower, and the other is a sales job. Meanwhile, I start at CannaClips on Monday. Woo hoo!
I saw some weird stuff on Sunday. The strangest, a small woman,walking her little dog, wore a flimsy backpack with a baseball bat in it, her left hand gripping the bat. I could not decide if she took the dog to the batting cages (of which I've never seen out here, ever) or if a baseball bat was just her preferred weapon of choice. But this also makes little sense, because we live in a safe neighborhood.