so my phone’s notepad has various ish like notes, poems, and a bunch other jank I put on the back burner. since I usually don’t post much or whatever, I figured I share the following rough…thinking about writing shorts again.
she said she had a thing for super villains but said that we could be friends. my heart was broken instantly. — I stabbed her in the cheek with the pen I had been writing with, tore out the page I was writing on, flicked it at her screaming self, then walked back to my bicycle and rode home.
upon arriving close to home police lights let me know word travels fast. in an attempt to flee someone spotted me. all I heard was
“there he is!”
the jig was up. police came and snatched me up, the news was there, her dad, my parents, and a plethora of miscellaneous spectators. it was really brutal, y’know? I mean I had to be, maybe, eight, and hadn’t ate since lunch. a little kid like that, heartbroken and hungry and some girl dad yelling and cursing at me in front the fuzz and my community …that’s a lot of stress for a little dude, and it seemed no one cared.
“was it the girl’s father?”
“the girl whom you stabbed, was it her father that was cursing at you?”
oh yes. horrible fat black beast is what he was. inferior really. thankfully, even as a young child I was very forgiving, not one to hold a grudge.
“but you stabbed his daughter with a pen.”
“that doesn’t strike you as, well, unforgiving, irrational even?”
I beg you’re pardon …
“what I mean is…”
no! no! you do not speak! I did not give you permission to continue. how dare you, how dare you disrespect my intelligence after first having suggested I am a liar? who are you for me to lie to? stupid cunt! I’ll answer your stupid ass question.
what happened was in the heat of the moment. subsequently, however, I immediately forgave her poor judgment. hence me still giving her the poem I was penning the moment she verbally deficated. and no, I don’t believe it was irrational in the least. now, I believe the hour is up. summon the guard to have your pathetic self removed from my presence.
“my intention never…”
save it, quack. fucking $2 whore of mental medicine. where did you graduate, DeVry? did you get your criminology degree offline and print it off at the local library? get it together.
“what of your evaluation?”
you’re not that stupid.
to be continued …