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johnt300 Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 214san diego, ca. |
Don't read this until you read 1. Visiting my dad again, Michael thought. They had both changed dramatically ever since the divorce, his mother and father. Me, he thought to himself? Well, that goes without saying. It was a long time ago, now, and one had not fully recovered, yet, if ever. At the moment, driving along Interstate 10, he had forgotten which one of them it was. Louisiana. Probably home to the most God awful piece of I-10 this side of the Mississippii...except for Mississippi, Alabama, and Florida. The heat, rain, and the 18-wheelers saw to the destruction and disintigration of this busy, boring highway on a daily basis. The largest bug he had ever seen to date came at his front window in a blink of the eye, then became one with it. He looked down at his odometer. The last digits were 37, the year his father was born. He lit a smoke. Michael hated smoking. Hated it when people smoked around him. Had been trying to quit for about ten years, now. At least I'm only down to two or three smokes a day, he always told himself. Still, they were killing him, and he knew it. Strange bumps were appearing on his lip. Hopefully something to do with the cigarettes. He felt ragged. The cigarette was sending his allergies into overdrive. God, how he hated ciarettes. It was August, the temperature was 99 degrees, and the humidity was at 90 percent. To his left and right was pure Louisiana swamp hell. Man he loved the south sometimes...but not today. His air conditioner was pumping out just enough cool air to keep the steering wheel from burning his hands. He turned it off to save on gas, opening the windows and gagging from the hot wind flooding into his car. That last cigarette is tasting particularly nasty right about now, he thought. HE HAD TO QUIT NOW!!! IT IS TIME!!!(again), he thought. XXX Repeat after me, he thought, admiring the Alabama belle passing to his left in a new BMW. He was waiting for her to look over at him, in his 1977 Impala. Repeat after me. Please God keep me from smoking cigarettes. I know it is up to me, but if you could just guide me a little I would greatly appreciate it. I don't ask for much, do I? He looked down. 72. The year of his birth. Ah f#@k it!, lighting up. What the hell is going on here for chrissakes!? Why me!? Why!? Just let me live my f@#%^ing life, marry a nice girl, raise a family, blah, blah, blah!!! What or who the f@#k is making things so difficult!? Am I special!? |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
waiting as patiently as she possibly can at this particular point in her life for number 3 |
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Dragoness Senior Member
since 1999-08-07
Posts 513 |
Ok I'm hooked.....number 3 .......PLEASE! ------------------ Set you heart free and your mind will follow. |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
eagerly awaiting #3 ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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johnt300 Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 214san diego, ca. |
This is part 3. Wrote this early this morning. Hope you like it. He was thinking about his father again. His air conditioner was broken and there was a pool of sweat gathering all over his couch. Friggin' a.c., he thought. I remember how angry I used to get at him working on cars out in the Houston heat all weekend. In those high school days, while my frieds were enjoying thier weekends, it got to where I couldn't stand to be around him at all. I know he felt the same way, but he never told me so, and would never leave until it was all done. I'm glad for that, now. He just wanted to spend some time with me, while his own world was secretly caving in on him. I wish he would have just talked to me about every single thing that was on his mind. Then, and for the next decade or so after. I understood more about adults and their world than he knew. And as fate would have it, I can no longer share with him that wisdom, or whatever it is, now that I am at that level, too. He must have been about as lonely in this world as I am now, without him to talk to anymore. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
John, I must admit: I'm going crazy! I'll try to wait patiently for the next installments, but you have me hooked. It's like a Saturday night serial where you have to wait to know if Superman will rescue Lois Lane in time! |
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johnt300 Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 214san diego, ca. |
Hey thanks Christopher, Wish I had more time to post more, and more often. Thanks for taking the time. Take care. Tyson |
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