Behind The Yellow Door

The significance of yellow roses is based on friendship, to wish someone the best, to compliment a friendship and so on. This past year has been a very eye-opening adventure. I have gained some friends, I have lost some friends, I have strengthened some friendships and I have weakened some friendships. Ultimately it's based on how each of us grows as a person, to and from others, kind of like a vineyard. The way we wrap ourselves through, in, out, around, up and down.
We talk about our "best friends" or "good friends" or in my case, friends vs "friends." I shoot off about some of my "best friends" and each is different in their own way. In this day in age, we are allowed to have more than one. We can have a few because in the end, those few "best friends," may be our only friends. I've spent a lot of time with one of my best friends and I never realized who he was until recently. He is my father. My hero. My blood. My inspiration to go out in this world and live MY dream. He keeps me real and grounded and honest with who I am and what I can do. He is a man of very few words, but everyone of those words its not only though-provoking but sincere and direct.
Thumbing through the ever-growing social media I find myself agreeing more with some and disagreeing more with others and thankfully I am adult enough to be OK with that. But what beats that is having a strong and real conversation with a group of people in a physical face-to-face setting. I enjoy long deep conversations about life, existence, passion, love, hate, music and film. I love to engage in what other people have to say about any and all topics. It allows me to grow as a person if I keep an open mind with anyone I encounter. It strengthens me as a writer and, well, a friend.
Friendships can start anywhere. Accidentally, at work, at the gym, at a show, etc. Then you kind of court those people, hang out, do your best to impress and then ultimately show your true colors and see if they still contact you to grab lunch or dinner. If your phone goes silent and you miss them, Jesus, just call them. Don't get all arrogant and think that they should call you, just pick up your RAD smartphone and do some old school shit and CALL the motherfucker. Or find out what broke the communication line between the two of you and see if it's salvageable.
I remember reading all these cute and silly lil articles in my 20s about growing up and only having a handful of friends, I never and couldn't ever believe it. I was working at a really fun bar, living in cool places, having the time of my life, dating girls and well, you know the rest. I thought to myself, "only boring people have a few friends, I have a ton of friends." Skip to present day and well, they are right. When you look at life, you can really count on your hand how many people will come through for you in the clutch if things ever really got ugly. It's one thing to call someone for a favor, to help move, to crash at their place and so on. But when it comes to a serious fawkn situation, not everyone is going to pull through for you.
Friendships don't have to be with people you communicate with everyday or every week. A true and solid friendship is one that is the cliche of, "picking up where you left off." That simple. If you can just understand that as you grow older and start complicating your life with things, not everyone can hangout and talk on the phone all day and/or night. But the ability to just pick up, call, bullshit and let that person know you miss them or are thinking about them is what a real friendship is all about.
When we walk through this life, we don't always pay attention to what's around us. It's not easy when we are so focused and driven on success and happiness and financial stability. I'm not going to tell you some shit about, "stopping and smelling the roses," we all know what we should do to better ourselves and the people around us, so do it if you think it should be done. And don't bitch out and text or email someone, or even worse, facebook message em, grab your cell phone and call that person. Remind your brain that they still exist outside a computer screen.
Childhood is the time when we learn how to start friendships and unfortunately, lose friendships. You start with your siblings, brothers, sisters and cousins. Then you move outside of the box with neighborhood kids and classmates and shit. When you're a kid, it's so nice and easy. You both like this sport, team, toy, etc and you become friends. Then life complicates it. You get into your teens, cool crowds, drugs, jobs, girls/boys and you gain and lose friends. College hits and it's the same thing but elevated. But that's when you hopefully start to think for yourself, develop your own opinions on things other than sports, teams, jobs, girls/boys, clothes and so on. Then you hit the workforce and you start buying and/or renting and it continues to "evolve" if I may. Then you get married, have kids, or you stay single and date/fawk. That's where life ultimately tests any and all friendships. If you can sustain a friendship with someone that ISN'T about your current life and they live a completely opposite life, that's a true and valued friendship. I've seen too many and been a part of plenty where someone gets married, has a kid or 2 or 3 or a lizard or dog or pet bat and they/we just stop talking or communicating. Maybe every once in a while you shoot them a text, or like their facebook status about something about the past, but you move on, you find new friends with a stronger commonality with your present life and that's that. The events of today are the memories of yesterday so keep them close to your heart.
I personally have been up, way up, in the clouds and down, way down, in the gutter and well, of course I'd love to be way up up in the sky but the reality is, when you land on your own two feet, on the ground, you pay attention to much more than that high of being, well way up in the clouds. Almost like being in love. That feeling is like nirvana, orgasmic, a total natural high that some chase and some steer clear of. Jaded, hurt, obsessed, addicted, whatever the case may be, being in love is incredible for every human. Then there's being content and comfortable which is typically what we all end up doing. It's OK, it's what the majority of people want. To come home after work, throw on sweats, eat and lay on the couch or start making gingerbread houses. I am OK with that, hell I'm more than OK with that. If that's what you choose to do, I support you, as a friend. But if my choice is to go out for drinks on a Friday night, catch a band or party, and stay out late, I hope you keep your finger from waving it at me.
Writing is my friend, my best friend. Writing will never judge me or cast me out or laugh at me. Writing will always be there for me no matter how high in the clouds I am or low in the gutter I am. Rich or poor, writing is here and will always be here for me. This is my passion, this is what I live for, this is what I'd die for, this is what keeps me going. Thanksgiving is this week and it's suppose to be about getting together with friends, family and to literally, "give thanks," to whomever or whatever we want too. I want to give thanks to all of you for reading my shit cuz, well, it means more to me than you think.

Thank You.

Do What You Want.

Lately I've been reading these cute lil articles about what you should and shouldn't do if you are single, not single, in your 20s, in your 30s, in a relationship, if you enjoy traveling, if you want to live this life, that life, if you have brown hair vs red hair. But I guess since you read it on social media it has to be true or has to be dead on. Some of them I DO agree with, but come on, those certain ones are fawkn no-brainers.

Here is some fawkn advice for any of you shitfawks who actually read this.

Do what you want!

Stop reading these things and actually thinking they are truthful. They are written by shitballs you don't know, that don't know you, that are telling you what to do with your life. Do what you want to do, within reason of course. Don't be a total dipshit. However. There are some articles that I agree with but that's because they are so warm-hearted and supportive of people in that category; a fawkn easy ass win! That's why I am writing this lil piece of shit, because it takes the simplicity of alllll the articles and simplifies it to bare basics.

If you are in your 30's and you want to drink out of a red solo cup, go right tha fawk ahead. If you are in your 20s and you truly met the love of your life and want to get married, go right tha fawk ahead. If you are single and want to date and get into relationships, go right tha fawk ahead. Whatever you do, do NOT let some article by some stranger tell you what to do.

Maybe traveling the world is for you, or isn't for you. It just may or may not appeal to you. Maybe living in dozens of different cities your entire life is what YOU want to do with your life. Maybe you actually DON'T want to have kids or DON'T want to get married or DON'T want to live the life others are living. Maybe you are living that life and you WANT kids and WANT to be married but you stuck yourself in a position of not being able too or afford too. Whatever the case may be, just go live your life how you feel so. Anyone that "gives their opinion" on your decisions is probably a pretentious asshole who is either jealous of your life or is miserable with their own, so walk away and know that you are living your life the way you want too.

Because...

I am some shitball you may or may not know telling you what to do with your life. 

But at least I admit it and don't drop a guilt shit on your chest.

Social Media n Shit

I've been weening off my comfort zone of writing lately and diving back into creative writing and short stories and fiction and shit but now I kinda feel like just shitting on everything Ive been discussing via social media and in person.

First off, I am no fawkn keyboard warrior. The shit I blast out onto computer screens and iPhone screens is the same shit I am going to tell you to your face. The difference between me and a keyboard warrior is that premise alone along with the fact that I am not going to say anything too outrageous, wait maybe I will, but either way, I'll stand my ground for my weird or normal or whatever tha fawk opinion. So I am just going to start listing shit and saying what I want. I hope you don't take offense because if you do, I really don't care.

...Kim Kardashian's Ass Pic vs Milano's Breastfeeding Pic
I dont get the hoopla with titties in public that are feeding babies, what I have the problem with is women who want to go out of their way to whip a tit out and breastfeed. Men are pigs and we see that shit and most of us will get weird. Put a blankie over yer tit and proceed. I dont care, Im all about breastfeeding in public but have some decency for others. Kim's ass is huge and prolly photo tha fawk shopped. I dont even know why ANYONE with an IQ higher than cricket shit care about her. She holds ZERO value as far as actual worth goes in regards to news. Just ignore her shit and compliment her looks like shes any above attractive lookin chic.
...Catcalling Viral Vids.
Whos to say those vids WERENT staged because, well the DRUNK girl one was technically staged as was the first one in NYC. If you go looking for shit, you'll prolly find it. If you want Barlett pears and Jewel doesnt have them, you goto Aldi or whatever to GET WHAT YOU WANT. If you wana catch muskie, you use muskie lures. And not all the guys in the vids were actually catcalling. Some were just nice and acknowledged her as a human. If thats what some of you over sensitive liberal women think is catcalling, then stay in your bubble of a home and wave your finger via social media at everything you disagree with. Whistling at women, saying dirty shit, yea, thats non sense and it sucks it happens, but DO something about it. Dont just make videos and throw it out there and sit back and watch all us assholes bitch about it. What have those "actors and producers" done afterwards to help prevent whatever tha FAWK it is they are trying to prove here?
... Basic Politics.
If you really think there is a difference between Republicans and Democrats, you are sorely mistaken. Your vote counts, it counts as much as the dollar you are putting in the pocket of that politician you voted for. Your votes are bought, you are bought and until the people of this great country stand up and REVOLT we will all continue to indulge in the stupidity of the "two party system" and all the other bullshit in DC. So continue getting tattoos, cats, piercings, foodporn pics, "so excited statuses" and updating your Facebook on your whereabouts (kinda like me.)
...Tattoos and Religion.
Companies are being more open to tats and less open to religion or something? But people who are all tatted out are getting more concerned and care about showing off their ink. I love it. Ink rocks, it can be sexy and shit but its gotten really old. Quit bitching about some major corporation you will NEVER work for or even WANT to work for because they have a rule about visible tattoos. Not everyone wants their staff to have jacked up ink showing off a busted ass sailboat they got from some tattoo intern who was working his craft and completely fawked up the design. Seriously, just get over it. If you have a problem with a company that isn't tattoo friendly, DON'T fakwn work there. And if you decide to get a tattoo of an animal on you, it better have a fawkn meaning. If you start just getting inked up with a bunch of stupid fawkn cats or something, you are basically saying you are a incompetent idiot and have zero idea of expression or art, you are just some idiot burro trying to be a thoroughbred.  And this religion thing is just fawkn out of hand. I see these obviously fake memes or some shit about some Muslim kid who gets to pray like 7 times a day at school but they wont let kids say "God bless you" or some shit. I dont buy it. I believe in the total and complete freedom of religion or to not be religious at all. Enough if it already, OK! I dont care if you think your god is better than my god or your energy is better than mine or you just dont give a shit and dont believe in anything, I can still socialize with you no matter what because I AM A FAWKN ADULT an I THRIVE on interacting with people I have differences with. It helps me GROW as a person!
...Transgender, Tranny, Whatever they want to be called.
I didn't know until recently that "tranny" is now an offensive word to people that are pre/post op transgender or whatever. I mean, I didnt get a memo sent to me in my "newspeak," newspaper about the language we are attempting to change. STOP already. How is this all of a sudden "offensive" if its whats been being said for so long? I dont get it. Help me out here. I understand that the word "faggot" and "retard" are no longer socially acceptable in regards to pretty much anything, but whos to decide that? Why is it that some people just decide to be offended and then go off and become offended? I am offended by shit, but I am big enough and strong enough to not acknowledge it and move on. The "n-word" has DEEP seeded roots of a lot of bad shit, so we arent allowed to say it. And then the blacks themselves say it constantly which is another one of those "WHAT THA FAWKS" in life. So I dont even bother. Its like, why even? So if there are any trannys reading this, please explain to me how this is a harmful term and how its been used against you for hundreds of years to keep you down, K? Thanks.
...Malaysian Flight 370 or Whatever 
Seriously, what tha fawk happened to this thing?
...Ebola
The scariest thing to hit us that has barely hit us is hitting us. I think it's like at an American death toll of 2 now? I think more people died in Four Lakes in one year than Ebola has killed Americans this year, yet this gets headlines. I did notice that when the elections were around, Ebola went silent. Now it just kind of pops up again all over. And then theres the meme about AIDS and condoms and shit and ya know, thats a good one. Plenty of us are out there fawkn and not wearing condoms and no one cares about getting Aids, we just care about NOT gettin Ebola. Cuz ya know, all of us work in hospitals that take care of Ebola patients.
...Ferguson
That fawkn NIGHTMARE of a situation that of course, has to turn into a race riot becuz those assholes are making it one, yea and the fawkn cocksucking mainstream media who is just pure shit. Seriously, thats a mess down there. Its this giant fawkn disgrace to humanity, everything thats happening. From Obama all the way down to the rioters, everything. I see memes, vid footage, read articles, all and I mean ALL are spun by who tha fawk ever to make you think a certain way. If its right wingy, its guna say the cop is a good guy and was protecting himself. If its left wingy its guna say the cop killed a helpless BLACK teen. Either way, its all bullshit. Once you let the facts out, then you can decide. The problem with today is, the people behind the "facts" are just as bad as the cowards creating the problem and reporting the problem. Its a mess and the media and those pieces of shit in DC love it.
...Rescue Animals
I rescued my cat and my dog and I am a proud rescue parent, but stop stop stop telling people what they should do with their money and pets. If you want to get a puppy off a breeder or website or whatever LEGIT company, that should be OK. Not everyone wants a busted up dog or cat or pony that pisses every time you play "Warehouse" by DMB because it's previous owner was a drunk frat boy that would pound Busch Light and Jager and beat the dog because he was beat by his hillbilly father who would listen to Hank Williams. If you want to buy some $2,000 miniature "dog" or whatever, go right ahead and do so, its YOUR money YOU worked for. If you want to rescue a dog, same shit. O yea, I LOVE Pits, awesome dogs, but there are other dogs you can rescue. Just throwing that out there to anyone in the market for a new pup. I know they are cool now and what not, but you can still get like some mutt or ragged ass dog who will hangout with you and shit.
...Common Core Crap
I dont have kids, I dont know if I ever will, but I care about kids because one day they will be "running this country" n shit. But this common core is a joke. We are trying to be smarter than the Chinese, why? Why do we care about who is smarter? Why dont we stick to our way, they do it their way and we continue to trade products and eat rice and burgers? I think that some assholes aka politicians, not even TEACHERS are pushing this for something thats not even about actual education. My crazy conspiracy is this... If we start manipulating the way we educate kids, start dropping approval ratings for passing and what not, we start looking like more kids are getting good grades, which means we have all these kids "getting good grades," because the system is now designed to make sure every student graduates and gets into either A. the work force or B. college. Two things in which the government is going to financially RAPE you on. You get into the workforce right away means you start paying taxes and being a part of the machine. Buying shit you dont need, consuming, etc. You goto college means you take out loans and are in debt to Uncle Sam prolly for life. Lower college expectations is the way to go for DC. Get more people hooked on the tit of America and make them all dependent on the system longer. What a great scam.
...The NFL
This, this once great organization, sport, etc has just turned to shit, pure shit. I love football, it is and will always be my number one, but the NFL is bad, really bad right now. This Goodell assclown may be the worst leader of a major organization in God knows how long. The rules are getting too complicated, there are flags CONSTANTLY for rules they just made up that year and it seems like all of us just sit back and buy pink jerseys, which is another fawkn scam in itself, and buy overpriced tickets and pay $20 for a beer and hotdog and scream in hate and in happiness for our team. And all this shit with the domestic abuse with players and how its been going on for however long and all of a sudden NOW we find out some shit went down "behind closed doors" or whatever. I hate to say this to all the people riding the waves, but that shit happens daily in every type of industry on the planet. If you want to throw stones at glass houses becuz someone caught a fight or a punch on camera, thats all fine and dandy, but first look at yourself in the mirror. Kicking people out the NFL because of this is to make the mass happy. If the NFL kept AP, Ray Rice, etc in the NFL and they just said, "sorry, they are staying," do you really think that everyone would just STOP watching? STOP buying tickets, watching, etc. All of a sudden America just stops watching football on Sundays because the NFL had a different opinion on what you think is right or wrong? If we care so much about the NFL and domestic violence, why aren't more people protesting DC and the disgusting shit happening there?
Social Media Lovers vs Social Media Haters
This is where I get nice and worked up. I am old enough to know how things were "back in the day" of chatrooms and pre-chatroom days where people actually interacted in person. But I love social media for a variety of things. Communication, exploration, education and information. If I dont want to see your 20th selfie of the day or pic of your "OMG, this is so AMAZING" chicken and rice and veggies you cooked, I'll just HIDE you on facebook or stop following you on IG or mute you on Twitter. Whatever. If you are on social media, that means you have a reason or reasonS to be there, you didnt just pull out a card at the store and they are like, "you are now on all social media sites and they are linked to your phone." You have to ACTIVELY sign up, add/follow people and so on, so if you don't like shit, then DONT get on board with it. If you dont want to see the millionth pic of your friends kid doing what every fawkn kid does which is being a kid, then hide that shit or stop following them. If you have a problem with grown men taking selfies, then dont look at them. Fawkn EHH, why is it OK that celebs and athletes and those fawks can take selfies but some sexy fawkn beast cant take a selfie/check-in at his bartending gig? If you dont like whatever social media site you are on, learn how to limit your shit, dont just bitch about it, DO something about it for shits sake! I DO understand that some people are WAY too involved in it which brings me to the hate part. Sometimes you need to break out of your home and actually experience life ya know? Like instead of reading about it on facebook or seeing the pics on IG, go fawkn interact with people face to face. Take a drive to a different part of town or something. Get out and LIVE. Stop just being so falsely extroverted. Which leads me to the overly happy/excited people. If you are so gawd damn fawkn happy and excited, STOP fawkn around on social media and ENJOY THA FAWKN MOMENT! Seriously, just stop. I went and saw TOOL a few years ago in Vegas at the Mandalay Bay. I was third row and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I have a handful of pics from AFTER the show and thats it. I updated my facebook a few times on what songs were playing and then actually, ENJOYED the show without going social media crazy. If I am out somewhere and having a truly "amazing time," then I am not fawkn around on my phone. If I am out and I am posting pics and updates and check-ins, I am either having a decent time or bored to shit. And I know you are too.

Terror of The Hounds

Running, panicking, sweating and slightly bleeding, Byron was making his way through the forest trying to escape what could have been the end of his life. A partial cut on his elbow left small blood drops which made it easier for them to find him, catch him and eventually devour him. He had but no choice after that but to take a plunge off a nearby cliff into what looked like a deep lake. He heard them getting closer and closer. The noises, the yelps, the screams almost like they were whispering in his ear, "we got you bitch." Byron refused to give up as his legs started to drain out. One last push and he was there. BOOM, he jumped into the lake, plunged down 40 some odd feet. He hit the water and instantly a combination of relief and pain hit his body like a truck going thru tin foil. His body was in shock the water was so cold, but his adrenaline was running at full speed so basically, he was a fawkn mess. He swam up to the top of the lake and saw them staring down at him screaming, howling, yelling. At first glance it looked like they were going to jump and follow him in but they didn't, they merely looked down at him and smiled, drool, sweat and whatever the fawk else was dripping from their mouths, they ran off into the darkness. Byron then looked up and saw the moon light which hit the lake like a spotlight and gave him plenty of vision to swim to the shoreline. Shaking and holding his wound, he made his way to an open area, almost like a makeshift campsite. He found some dry branches and attempted to make a fire but continued to be unsuccessful. After 20 minutes or so, he stopped and decided to try and move around to get his body temperature up. He walked into the wooded area in his wet clothes trying to move around as much as he could, yet still shaking like a shit he started to run, he ran to and from the campsite over and over so his pulse would increase. As he made his last run to the campsite, he collapsed and fell unconscious.
"Wither away my son, you will wither away if you continue this lifestyle. Get up. Live. Be free of your convictions." Byron woke and jumped up from the campsite. The sun had started to peak through the clouds and he looked around in a crazed and confused manner. He saw nothing, nothing near him but birds, the lake, the forest and a pool of drool where his head was. He was still cold and had no way to get warm quick so he took his clothes off and hung them on a nearby tree. He was almost naked at this point when he heard something in the forest. "Was it them," he thought to himself. He stayed quiet and heard nothing. He quickly ran to a weeping willow and climbed up in, sporting only his chonies, he quickly got to a high branch and looked as far as he could. He saw what looked like a team of horses slowly walking to the lake. He looked closer and closer and saw brandings on their hind legs. He crawled slowly and quietly and could barely makeout what it said but all he could see was a symbol. It was a cursive K and at the bottom right part of the K was a tail that wrapped around the letter and up to the top where it looked like either a snakehead or the tail of a scorpion, he couldn't make it out so he tried to get even closer and yup, the branch gave way and he fell on his stupid ass. The horses ran off into the forest and Byron got up slowly. Mildly embarrassed but mostly in pain, he shrugged it off and went to the lake to get some water. As he was cupping his hands and getting something to drink, he saw a school of fish, starving and still a bit tired, he stayed quiet until they came near him to go for the berries that fell onto the top of the lake. Quietly he waited, not a movement in his body, they came closer and closer and just as they surfaced, he grabbed a handful of them, pulled them out of the water and brought them to the campsite. Not having a fire made and not really into consuming Texas sushi, Byron set out to make a fire. He found more dry wood and began to rub some sticks together. Over and over and over and finally, a break. They began to warm up, SMOKE. He grabbed some tinder and he finally got a fire going. He took the fish and put them on a small branch and cooked them over the fire. He finally began to warm up and his body had been fed and he had his clothes over the fire to dry off and warm up. He put back on his shirt, pants and shoes and ditched the campsite for a way out of the forest. Walking through he kept hearing noises but couldn't make anything out. Byron wasn't sure if it was them, the horses, someone following him or something else, so he kept his pace up but not too fast as he did not want to burn too much energy. After hours and hours he finally saw what looked like a road up ahead. It was. Finally, something. he ran to the road and started walking on it hoping to run into someone, something, anything. He saw something coming and flagged it down.
Monday morning came around and Byron was in his office going through his projected numbers for the end of the month. His boss, Larry, was a man in his 50's, always wearing and out of style suit, sporting a nice balding head, weird mustache and always reeked of PFunks. They analyzed what they had done this past month and what the following month looked like and potentially the entire quarter. After his brief discussion with Larry, Byron got up and slowly walked to the water cooler. Not wanting any water but getting irritable, he went into the lunch room which was completely filled with cackling women talking about their weekend with their husbands and how amazing and awesome and blessed it was. Byron went to the coffee pot, grabbed the largest cup, poured the coffee in, black and walked away. Not being addressed or addressing anyone, he went back to his desk to finalize his reports. Lunchtime was approaching, yet he never went out or even ate in the office or at his desk, he just drank his coffee and continued to work. He actually refused to take lunches as he would use that as his way of getting out of work early, especially on the weekends. Everyone finally left the office for lunch and he had the entire place to himself, not even the receptionist was there. This was the time when he sat at his desk and stretched while making calls. He would stand up, sit down and do movements the entire time, keeping his body loose and warm, he knew he needed too. As he was on the floor in an insane lunge stretch, with his headset on talking to a client, an office employee came back in to get something. She saw him in what looked like some martial arts stance, doing movements with his arms, while still talking to the client like he was kicked back in his chair. Lynn wasn't sure if she should go in and ask him what he was doing or just watch him, so he just left quietly.
5:30 was approaching and you could see the office clock-watching at this point and, "organizing their desks," for the next day. Byron's desk was flawless and always in perfect condition at all times of the day. He was the only one still making calls and continuing to work even though he worked through lunch and was the first person in the office. He looked over and saw Larry leaving, exactly at 5:30. This was the signal that the office could leave. Everyone got up almost in sync and walked to the elevator. Byron still on the phone with a client, he smirked to himself and shook his head at his desk. Once the entire office was empty, he began to do his stretching again, his movements, still on the phone, he went back and forth, moving his body in almost acrobatic ways. Before he knew it, 7 o'clock showed up and he felt like his day was over. He grabbed his jacket and went to the stairs and jogged down them and made it to the first floor in less than a minute. He walked out of the stairwell, said good bye to the desk security guard and walked outside. A beautiful evening it was, he decided to walk home, about 2.5 miles away, he strutted through the loud busy city. He got about a block away from his condo and heard something come from a side street, he recognized the noise and quickly darted to the door of the complex and ran up the stairs. In his place and safe, he locked the door, dead-bolted it and slid a flat steel iron rod against the door, where two braces supported it while being bolted into the wall. He went to his stereo and turned on some music. Went to his fridge and grabbed a half pound of chicken, bowl of vegetables, bowl of fruit and a 20oz glass of water and began to devour the food in the kitchen.
Byron woke up bright and early Friday morning, showered, got dressed and walked to work. He was always the first one in the office, but today he wasn't. When he got there, there were a group of policemen talking with Larry. The conversation didn't look pleasant and Larry began to scuffle with the police. They eventually subdued him and cuffed him. Byron being the only one in the office was casual and didn't intervene but he asked the police what was happening as this was his boss and wanted to know what the issue was. The police told Byron they would contact the office later to give more information but at this time it wasn't any of his concern. Byron looked at the officer square in the eyes without flinching, not saying a word, not moving, the officer's face sank and became white, he slowly moved his hand towards his side piece and Byron walked away and went to his desk. He got his desk together and walked to the coffee maker to brew a pot. It was about 7:15 when the receptionist usually gets there and does it, but Byron is usually the first in so he already had it going. Most people stroll in around 8 ISH but the receptionist is always in before that. Byron rarely speaks with her other than your standard hello, hi, see you tomorrow comments. She walked in and ran over to Byron crying. She had seen Larry outside in cuffs in the back of a squad car while the police were standing outside talking and writing reports. Byron told her he knew nothing and they wouldn't divulge any information to him. She kept crying, almost weeping like a child, frantically she walked into his office and began going through his stuff trying to find something. Byron went back to his desk un-phased by the entire situation and began his day. Call backs, returning emails and the usually routine, by the time the office was full and at it, Byron was already on his 3rd call to close his deal for the month. He hung up his phone with no reaction and went to call Larry. He looked over and the VP was in his office running his desk. The VP Charles answered and Byron just said, "closed, ring it." Charles looked over at him shrugging his shoulders and Byron got up and went in the office. He set down the paperwork for the 3rd deal closed that week and said, "ring it." Charles still confused, said, "huh?" Byron went behind him, grabbed a HUGE bell and banged it three times, harder and louder than ever, he said, "rung it," and walked out of the room. The entire office was startled and stopped what they were doing as no one had heard the bell all week expect for the three rings that Byron got. He strutted to his desk with a lil ego, up right, chugged his coffee and went to get more. When he was in the breakroom, the same women were in there talking about what they had planned for the weekend. Mini vacas, kids parties, going to their parents houses in the suburbs, Byron just went about his business and poured himself another large cup of black coffee but this time he dropped in a slice of grass fed butter. One of the women asked him what that was for and he replied, "to maintain," and he walked out. The women thought nothing of it and he went back to his desk, continuing to make sales calls and close in on another deal.
11:45 hit and Byron rang Charles at Larry's desk and said, "ring it." Charles put the speaker phone on and rang the bell once. Byron's 4th deal closed. The runner came over to his desk, grabbed the paper work and walked over to give it to Charles. Before it was in his hand Byron called Charles and said, "ring it." Byron closed his 5th deal of the day, 5th of the week and now has 7 more deals that month than anyone else in the office. Charles turned on the speaker phone and rang the bell once. At that point the entire office started to look over at Byron as he was on the phone again. Not even breaking stride or pace, he kept plugging away like a machine. He was relentless, he was always in that office pushing but today, something was different. An unstoppable force and an immovable object became one and it was Byron. 12 rolled around and the entire office got ready for lunch. Byron was going through his numbers and Charles came over and asked to take him to lunch. Byron politely declined and said he doesn't do lunch. Charles said to him, "I am not asking you to lunch, I am telling you we are going to lunch together." Byron stopped what he was doing and his skin began to boil, Charles could actually see his hair stand up on the back of his neck and he took a step back and Byron said, "OK, where?" Charles told him it was on him and they needed to get there soon. Byron was still in the midst of getting through his paperwork and just dropped his pen and got up and said, "let's go." They went to the elevator and Byron said, "see you downstairs." He went to the stairwell and got downstairs and waited, for 5 minutes. Charles walked out and Byron was outside waiting for him. The two walked down to a local diner, not the typical place that the office would go, but a small corner New York style place. They walked in and sat at the bar-like area which was the only place to sit as the entire space was filled with blue collar workers and college students. Charles grabbed the menu and immediately knew what he wanted while Byron sat there not sure what to eat. He's never gone out to lunch, he always stays at his desk, so he was completely unsure on what to do. He ordered a cup of coffee, bowl of fruits, bowl of vegetables and two steaks. Charles looked at him as if he was insane and Byron didn't flinch. Charles shook it off and said to him, "Byron, I wanted to take you out to lunch not only to congratulate you on your sales this week and month but to also offer you Larry's job. He is going away for a long time and I think you are the only person in that office that can fill his shoes." Byron looked at him with what looked like a cat looking at a human and said to him, "I am not a boss, I am no one's boss and I will never be any one's boss. I sell, I close. It's what I do." Charles responded, "I understand that, but you are the most effective and valued salesperson we have and this would be a big jump in salary and percentage on all commissions of the entire team." Byron said, "You are asking me to stop selling and start leading?" Charles responds quickly, "Yes, exactly." Byron turned away, sucked down all of his coffee and said to him, "Give me the weekend." Charles smiled and said, "Sounds good." Their food came out and once again, Byron devoured it instantly. Charles was almost disgusted by it but at the same time, mesmerized by it. He went to ask Byron a question and he got up and went to the washroom. While Byron was in there, Charles looked at his plate and absolutely nothing was left on it. Byron came out and said, "are we done here?" Charles said,"if you'd like, or you can take the day off." Byron looked at him square in the eyes, not moving or flinching, almost through him and said, "No." Charles has instantly started sweating but stopped once Byron walked away. They both went outside and walked back to the building. Charles took the elevator and Byron took the stairs, once again, getting there first. He went to the breakroom, poured himself another large cup off coffee and went back to his desk. 1:11 "Ring it."
The day was coming to a close and the office was uneasy at this point. No one knew what had happened to Larry and Byron had singly closed more deals in the office alone that day than all of the sales people combined for the entire week. Most people left around 430 and Byron would sometimes leave the same time, earlier or later depending on his week, but he stayed this time. Charles was about to get up and go when he saw everyone shuffling papers around and basically waiting for him to leave as that was always the signal they could leave. Charles looked at Byron at his desk, pounding away, not even acknowledging a clock or anyone around him, so Charles sat back down. He looked around and saw every one's face get annoyed, so he got up and walked over to grab his jacket and kept an eye on everyone, they began to gather their things, yet Byron was still on the phone. Charles put his jacket on the back of his chair and picked up the phone, the minute he did that and went to dial out, Byron had called him and said, "ring it." Charles put the speaker phone on and rang the bell once. The office was now starting to get up and talk to each other. No one was actually working, people were just waiting to leave while Byron was working and Charles was observing everything. 5:15 hits and the entire office is packing up for the 3 day weekend. Charles is closing down his desk and before he can get up to leave he gets a call from Byron, "ring it." Charles asks him, "is this legit? You know most offices are closed." Byron said, "ring it." The runner came over to Byron's desk, picked up the file and waved it at Charles. He got on the speaker phone and rang the bell. The entire office stood up in shock, like something went wrong, like a fire alarm went off. Byron stood up from his chair and stretched. Taking his hands and putting them over his head, locking his fingers, and arching his back he looked like he was going to attempt a flip off a diving board. He took off his headset drank the last of his coffee and said to himself, "60k in commish this week." Someone that was walking by overheard him and said, "WHAT? wait. WHAT?" Byron looked at Marlene and said, "SIX. T. THOU. SAND DOLL. EEEERS. IN. CO. MISH." She looked at him in disgust but at the same time amazed. She said, "congrats," and she walked away. Byron shut down his desk and walked towards the door. The entire office stood around their desks and waited for him to leave and when he did, they did, even Charles. Byron B-lined for the stairs and hurried down them avoiding any small talk with anyone. He walked out of the building and walked quickly to his condo 2.5 miles away. He ran up the stairs, inside and went into his bedroom. He tore his clothes off as fast as he could and took a cold shower. He came out in his towel and went to turn on his music. It was close to 7 and he was walking around looking for his t shirt and jeans. He didn't have plans but usually walked around the downtown area in bookstores, bars, clubs, etc observing people. He clothed up and went down into his parking garage. He had two spaces for his vehicles. His usual car and his car that was covered under a cloth. He stopped and looked at the clothed car and smiled. A 1974 Trans Am, in tip top condition, he walked over and undressed her. Started on the first try and he revved her up. Louder than a train going through a tunnel, he drove out of the garage and piped down the street. While at a stop light he looked over and saw a group of twentysomehing girls hollering at him. "Nice car boy." He smiled and slowed down and looked over at them. They were screaming and catcalling at him so he revved it up and spun off. He didn't mind the attention he always got in the car, he was confident and proud of it, not some pussy ass bitch. So he spun off and got to the next light. He looked and saw down the street, it was them. He looked straight ahead and punched it. Ripping down the street he was doing about 70mph in the downtown area, weaving in and out of car lanes, he took a wicked turn, and almost lost control, but his driving skills allowed up to sway the rear end and straighten out and he headed out of the city.
Knowing where he was going to wind up he began to get excited in an archaic way. His body temp rose, his veins were pulsating and his eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree, he was doing 110mph and didn't even realize it. The TA purring like a cat, wanting more and more, he kept giving it the juice and pushed it harder. 130mph, practically flying at this point, his arms began to fill with blood, growing bigger and bigger, his entire body doubled in size within seconds of the car hitting 150mph. He got out of city limits and was crossing into the next town and began to slow down, slower and slower he was now at the speed limit and was slowly strolling around and parked his car on the street. He felt normal but never normal. He got out of his car and walked into a small night club where he could hear SHM playing. Byron walked to the bartender, ordered a drink and stood by the bar. Within seconds he was approached by two women whom were friends. They started a conversation with him and he smiled and said, "Is this going to happen or should I leave?" The two women, about 23, looked at each other and then at him and the shorter one said, "I don't know what you mean?" Byron smiled and took them by the shoulder and said, "I am you both want to fuck me, I don't know which one is going to have the balls to say it first, so we are going to spend all night talking about things we don't care about. Ya'll are going to hit the shitter and gameplan on who is going to fuck me and the other one is going to back off and find someone else. So is this going to happen or should I leave?" The women were disgusted by his behavior, typical suburban snob looks, "O my GODS," were said and he looked at the taller one and said, "You need it more than she does, but she wants it more than you do. Let's be fair and all leave together now and do this." She went to slap his face and he stopped her with his hand and said, "That's assault and not a good thing to have on your record." She shook his hand off and replied, "You are disgusting, get away from me." Byron said, "You walked up to me, both of you, this is a club on a Friday night. This ain't my first rodeo." The shorter girl said, "You are a fucking pig." Byron replied, "I may be a pig for being honest, but that's what you are looking for. And you." He pointed at both of them and they were both in shock, but they wouldn't leave him alone. By this time they were yelling but not at him, at each other. the bouncer came over and asked what the problem was. Byron said, "I don't want any trouble. I just want to get laid." The bouncer laughed and asked if the girls if they were OK, they responded that they were and he walked away. But the girls stood there, continuing to complain to each other about Byron, who was standing there watching them. While the taller one was yelling at the shorter one, she looked at him for a split second, their eyes connected and she took a step back from her friend. Byron just looked at her and smirked and he walked away. Byron walked outside and over to his car. But he slowed down for a second and then yup, "HEY! What is your fucking deal man?" Byron said, "In or out?" "She looked at him and said, "IN." He opened the car door for her, she got in and said, "Umm, this is yours?" He said, "Yup." She smiled at him and said, "I'm Drea." Byron said, "Nice to meet you Drea, I'm Byron." Just as that happened, the shorter friend came running out and said, "hey, you aren't leaving with him are you?" Drea said, "Yea, you drove, you can get home, I'm good." She took a step back and looked at his car and said, "move over, I'm coming with." She hopped in and said, "Hi, I'm Sammy," and just as she said that, Byron lit up the tires and took off.
Byron woke up in hotel room. The place was a mess. Bottle of booze, champagne, condoms and two naked girls on the bed. He went in the bathroom and pissed and pissed and pissed. He came out in his chonies and the girls started to wake up. They were a mess, hair everywhere, tired and sloppy, stumbling over each other they asked what happened. Byron stood in the door way with a cup of coffee and said, "I gave you both what you wanted." They were confused and desperately looking for their clothes. Byron then said to them, "Now you must give me what I want." The girls were starting to come to. Drea said to him, "OK, enough man. We all fucked, it was fun, can you help me find my shit?" Byron said to them, "Your shit is gone. Everything is gone. I need you to give me what I want." He turned around and locked the door. Sammy was sitting on the edge of the bed trying to get her phone to work and said, "Dude. You are getting weird. Just help us find our shit and we'll leave. But o yea, we need a ride back to my car." Byron said, "That's not going to happen. It's time I get what I want. Fair is fair ladies." Drea looked at Sammy and then to Byron and said, "Dude, you are kind of scaring me." Byron said, "Just pray that scared you is the only feeling you will have." Drea looked confused and said, "OK man, I'm calling downstairs." Byron looked over at the phone and whipped his coffee cup at it, shattering both things. He then said, "It's time." He walked in the bathroom for less than a minute. The girls tried to grab a blanket and leave and Byron came out, "Not so fast." He was sporting just bright orange chonies and had doubled in size. The girls started to cry and he said to them, "Don't cry. This is what I want." The girls held each other on the bed and he reached behind his back and pulled an axe like bone from his skin. The girls screamed in horror. Byron said, "shhhhhhh, yelling only angers me, you must be quiet." The girls were weeping and sobbing uncontrollably, but were no longer yelling. Then there was a noise outside the door. Not a knock, but noises. The girls thought they were safe but a loud, "BANG...BANG...BANG," as something was being thrown against their door. Again and again they head this. The girls kept crying and Byron said, "Keep crying, this is what I want. This is what I need." They were horrified by him, they were trembling, scared out of their minds, a man doubled in size, sporting orange chonies, holding a bone that looks like an axe that was torn from his skin and something at the door, they began to get light headed, but before they could pass out, the door ripped open. A pack of mutated doglike wolves, slobbering, drooling, blood everywhere on them, ran in after Byron. He slashed one instantly beheading it, one ran over to t he carcass and Byron slashed that one in half. "Four more of you fawkers left?" Let's dance BITCHES!" He spun and kicked one against the window, bouncing off it fell near the girls and its screamed at them, the girls were completely frozen, they were beyond panicking, just standing there. Byron grabbed his bone-axe with two hands, raised it over his head and slashed the beast in two spraying blood all over the girls. "Three left and I get to take these skanks out for breakfast." Byron whips a lamp at one beast knocking it off balance while two others jump at him. SNAP. SNAP. He swings the axe twice in opposite directions without a slight movement. They drop, headless. The last lil pup eyes the door and makes a run for it. "No no no fucko, there ain't no ties in this." He lunges towards the final beast and misses, but hits its back paw. The beast falls against the wall and he whips his axe at it, hitting it directly in the skull, slashing it in two. Byron walks over to the beast, picks up his axe and says, "You were a good warrior, but I am the best." Byron walks over to the girls, bone-axe in hand and says, "Ya'll wana grab some grub, Im starvin marvin." They are shaking like crazy, not even attempting to move, Byron looks at them square in the eyes and slowly puts his bone-axe back into his skin, then instantly sizes down to normal. Drea says to him, "Who, what, I, I, I..." Byron says, "Don't ask. But if you want to forget this ever happened, I can help you." Sammy starts stuttering, "ye ye ye yeeeey ye." Byron says, "OK, here ya go. " He pulls a branding iron out and says, "give me your hips." The girls not even coherent anymore, turn over and expose their hips. Byron pulls out a lighter, laughs and says, "Man, I could have used you before." Then brands the girls with a K that has tail that winds around it and up to the top where it ends with serpent head. The girls instantly pass out from the pain. 6 dead beheaded bloody beasts and two hungover chics in a hotel room, Byron calls security and leaves.
Monday 7AM rolls around and Byron is at his desk with a large cup of coffee, setting up his day. Charles shows up right after him and says, "So, should I ask you now or later about the promotion?" Byron responds, "Give me a few. Got to get this deal done." Charles laughs and walks away. 30 minutes later Byron calls Charles and says, "ring it." Charles does the norm, with people starting to slowly walk in. Byron looks at his calendar for a while he then realizes its the start of November, the 3rd to be exact. His eyes light up, then slowly fall when he hears people coming in. Byron walks over to the breakroom where everyone is getting coffee and talking. The women are babbling about their awesome weekend, mini vacas, kids parties, their parents in the suburbs, the norm. But one of the women asks Byron, "Hey Byron, how was your weekend? Do anything to celebrate all those sales?" Byron gets aggravated, his head down so no one can see, then something slowly whispers, "Wither away my son, you will wither away if you continue this lifestyle. Get up. Live. Be free of your convictions," and he is put at ease. He looks over to the woman and everyone kind of quiets and looks at him waiting for a response. "Well, took my '74 out for a spin, Some skanks catcalled me, but that shit don't phase me cuz I'm tougher than that. Picked up a coupla sluts at a club outside of town. One bitch was a fawkn gusher so the bed was a mess. The other was well, into some choking, so ya, that was fun. But when I got them both on each other I was like vivid-ing that shit. Then the fawkn hounds, don't get me started on those assholes." The initial woman drops her cup on the floor, smashing everywhere. The rest of the people looking at him in awe, Byron shrugs his shoulders and says, "fawkn mercury in retrograde!"

Garden of Evil

Blood dripping from his hands, skin stuck between his fingernails, eyes blurred, huffing and puffing as he began to move toward his next victim, William woke from a daze and fell off his couch. Confused, scared and curious he ran into his bathroom to check his face; nothing but the norm. He washed his face, pissed and brushed his teeth. Walking out of his bathroom he threw his towel into his bedroom and proceeded into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee and sort out the mental details. A shattered brain and a steady government paycheck left William traumatized virtually every morning. Never fully understand what was happening, his biggest fear was falling asleep and never waking from what he had to endure while he slept in total horror.
He took the stairs as he always did and went for his morning wog (walk/jog) around the neighborhood which was a vibrant safe city with a lot of culture and history. As he approached the market on the corner, he caught the eye of a young, beautiful brunette staring at him from a local coffee shop. He glanced over and she would not break eye contact so he decided to casually make his way over there as if that was intended destination. Getting a good look at her from head to toe, she stood about 5'1, 105lbs, dark eyes, perky breasts, long dark flowing hair and a strange yet interesting style to her. He ordered his coffee, black, tall and went to sit down near her; still she was staring. He said to himself, "fuck it," and walked right up to her at the table and sat down. "Hi, my name is William." She replied with, "Hi, my name is Marie." The conversation began. While they were in the midst of a topic 30 minutes into their conversation she got up to use the washroom and her shirt slipped a bit in the back. William noticed a tattoo on her back that was kind of odd and could not get a good look at it. When Marie came back to the table he asked her about the tattoo and she mentioned that it was a puzzle piece. William wanted to know more to the story but Marie was unwilling to share more so he moved on to another topic. As she talked about her mother and how little of a relationship they have, she slowly took off her button up shirt as she became warm and seemingly uncomfortable, as that happened, he noticed more tattoos covering her body. Some of them he could understand while others were strange looking. He saw what looked like paw prints with blood in between the nails which triggered a memory of his. He started sweating and had to get up and use the washroom as his body began to tremble. He walked quickly and kicked the door open and went right to the sink where he began to dry heave and and was shaking violently. William turned the sink on and showered himself in cold water while his body temp went up and down. He began praying, eyes closed and praying over and over, the pain began to soften and he was back to normal within minutes. He looked in the mirror and nothing, it looked like nothing happened. His face, eyes, body was completely normal, no signs of any harm. He went back outside and rejoined Marie at the table. They continued their conversation and as time flew by, he realized he needed to get home for no particular reason at all, he just felt a sudden urge to get home. As he got up to leave he asked Marie for her number and she told him, "if we meet again, then we meet again." She stood up and he noticed something on her leg, he couldn't quite make it out but he noticed what looked like to be a broken down ship on her thigh. He asked her about it and she smiled and walked away. Mildly annoyed but anxious to get home, William walked away from the cafe quickly, his heart began to beat harder and faster, he started to sweat again, so he ran home, up the stairs and burst into his apartment. Shaken once again, he went into his bathroom and jumped in the shower to cool off. For some reason, he couldn't pray, his mind wouldn't let him, he stood in the shower, hands against the wall, head down, trying to get prayers out, but all he could do was sing, sing a certain song that kept looping thru his head. He began to sing the lyrics out loud, "And his name, that sat on him, was Death." He kept saying this out loud, over and over until the pain slowed and everything just stopped. He said it the last time and he felt completely normal again. He got out of the shower and dried off, looked in the mirror and saw nothing strange about him. He walked over to his couch in his towel and sat down to call a few friends. He invited some people over as he was going through some social withdraws for obvious reasons.
830pm rolled around and he had two friends over, his buddy Fish and their friend Mary. The three of them were reminiscing about the old days over some whiskey when Fish thought it was a good idea to go to one of their old spots down the street. They got ready and walked over to Pipers a local bar that was busy every night of the week. They walked in and the bartenders ran from behind the bar to hug them and chat. The three of them got up to the bar and 3 whiskeys, neat, were waiting for them. They all hammered them down and got another round. Fish went to the jukebox to play some music while Mary and William caught up on things. Mary could tell that William wasn't the same but tried to keep things light, for the time being. In mid sentence William heard something, he heard a familiar voice, he looked around and couldn't see anyone he really knew as it had been a long time since they had been to this bar. He kept hearing the voice as Mary asked him what was wrong. He declined to answer and kept looking around, but before he could go back to talking to Mary, behind him was the voice. He turned around and right behind him sitting at the bar was Marie on her phone talking to someone. He looked at Mary and lipped to her, "this is her, this is the one i was talking about." Mary laughed and yelled, "THIS IS THE GIRL YOU MET THAT YOU DON'T WANT ME TO SAY OUT LOUD??" William turned red and was flushed as Marie turned around and winked at William and then turned back around. Mary continued to laugh and laugh and laugh until a song came on the speakers..."And I heard as it were, the noise of thunder..." William looked up, around, not making out the song at first, all he could hear was a man and a guitar. He looked over at Marie and in a very methodical , a very erotic, a very intense way, she slowly removed her coat and William saw the tattoo. He could actually really get a good look at it this time for some reason. It was as clear as day, it was a puzzle piece. He went over to her and said, "Now I see you." She smiled and said to William, "You'll never see me, but you'll always see me." Mary was at the bar alone and Fish came over and asked where William had gone, she shrugged her shoulders and eyed them. Fish walked over and disrupted the conversation with a shot for him and William. "Where's mine," said Marie. "Girl, I don't know you, how I know you want a shot," he responded with. Marie whispered under her breath, "I know you, I know all of you." "What the fuck you just say," Fish replied. "O nothing, Hi, I'm Maire." The three of them began to talk and Mary came over to join the group. After a good few hours of talking, they all left around midnight. Mary and Fish hopped in a cab, while William invited Marie over to his place. William went to the stairs and Marie said she wanted to take the elevator. William said, "I never take that thing." Marie said, "Well I am." He walked in the elevator with her and went up to his floor, walked out and into his apartment. Marie went into the washroom to freshen up and William made a few drinks for them. She came out of the washroom in only her bra and panties and walked over to him. She took her drink out of his hand, stuck her finger in the drink, slowly wiped it on his lips and walked into his bedroom. Quite shocked and stunned, he froze for a second and then walked into the bedroom. They began to kiss passionately, then faster and heavier, he became light headed and took another sip off his drink. William started to undress and Marie played some music on her phone which was hooked up to his speakers, "........ And behold a white horse." William grabbed Marie by the hips, threw her onto his bed and began to have sex. Tearing her top off, then her panties, he thrust into her as she lay on the edge of the bed. Gripping her thighs he pushed harder and harder, then slowly moved his hands onto hers as he laid on top of her, clutching their hands together, he kissed her face, her ears, then went to her lips and she sang to him, "It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come." Slowly over and over she said this and each time William pushed harder and harder, he picked her up and put her against the wall as she slowly kept singing those words. Trying to kiss her every time she sang, he couldn't, she just kept singing to him. Kissing her neck and rolling back onto the bed, she laid on top of him. Marie slowly brushed her long hair over his body as she rode him slowly, he began to become euphoric, everything became numb, nothing could hurt him right now, he was unstoppable. She grasped his hands, pushed down and drove herself into him and as he was about to pass out, he shifted his thighs up and let out a horrific yet beautiful scream for almost 30 seconds. He then fell completely lifeless in his own bed, not being able to move, barely breathing, Marie smiled, got off of him, got dressed and left his apartment.
William woke up in his bed, completely soaked and went into his bathroom to shower. He felt completely at ease, no nightmares, no blood, nothing of the sort. He got out, got dressed and went outside for his wog, but this time, he jogged the entire time. His body felt completely different, it felt stronger, it felt alive. He went to his gym and pushed weight for two hours. William didn't feel a shred of tiredness, he just kept going and going with everything he touched. He left the gym and kept jogging everywhere he could. He ran past the diner and saw Marie and slowed down as he saw her with another guy, holding his hand as he sat next to her, he looked closer and the guy next to her had a tattoo on his back, the same tattoo she had on her back, in the same spot, same design, everything. His heart sank, he stopped dead in his tracks and walked into the cafe but didn't go on the patio. He sat at a small table inside with a coffee and watched the two. Kissing, laughing and holding hands it hurt him, but he had to watch, he had to see everything for himself without blinking. Two hours went by and he finally left. He walked home, up the stairs and into his apartment. He called Mary and told her. She started crying on the phone and told him to let it go, to let her go and to move on. William kept saying he couldn't, there was something he couldn't let go of and Mary asked him, "Do you even know her? Who IS she? You know nothing about her and she knows everything about you. She's worthless, cut your ties now." William thanked her and hungup with her. He went out on his deck and looked out onto the city contemplating everything. He felt like he was living a lifeless life and she brought him something to look forward too until this. He leaned over his balcony and saw her walking to his apartment. He went inside and his buzzer rang. "Who is this?" "It's me silly, let me up." He buzzed her in and she came up a few minutes later. He heard a light tap at the door and he opened it up. She was standing there alone and said to him, "aren't you going to invite me in?" He looked at her and nodded her in. She laughed and said, "use your words," so he said, "come on in." She walked in and asked him what was wrong as it was obvious he was sulking. William told her he was tired and wasn't feeling well. Marie said she could make him feel better if he let her. So he did. She opened her jacket and she was topless, took off her shorts and was instantly naked in his kitchen. William perked up a bit and she said to him, "what color is your carpet?" He smiled and she walked him into his bedroom.
William woke up in the morning and felt unstoppable again but she was gone. He skipped the shower and went straight for the jog and the gym. While he was at the gym, he saw Marie walk in with a guy, someone different and he stopped his workout and went upstairs to the running machine to get a birds eye view and to be out of sight. He saw Marie walk in with some guy, holding his hand, playing grab ass, goofing off in the gym. Again he became sick, he became nauseous, he stopped what he was doing and went into the bathroom where he saw the guy changing. He looked closer and he saw the same tattoo, the puzzle piece, on the same part of the back in the same color and all. William ran into a stall and dry heaved over and over and over. He couldn't see straight, eyes blurred, face numb, he fell to the ground and passed out. He woke up 20 minutes later and nothing, nothing seemed to have happened to him. He quickly left the gym and walked home. Passing by the cafe he looked over in pure hate and again, he saw Marie outside drinking coffee with the guy from the gym. He went to his apartment and stopped, turned around and went into the bar where he sat down and drank water thinking about everything. There were less than 10 people in the bar and the song came on, he didn't realize what song it was until he heard, " The wise men will bow down before the throne..." He looked around and didn't recognize anyone so he just sat there and listened to the song, he looked it up the lyrics on his phone and shook his head. His eyes began to water and he began to cry. He felt more alone than he'd ever felt in his life. He couldn't bring himself to move from the bar stool, so he just put his head down and continued to weep. The bartender asked if he was OK and he slowly put his hand in the air and presented him with a thumbs up, then put his arm back under his head. While he lay there he heard that voice again. His body began to shake and he became nervous, he looked over and she walked in with another guy. He wiped the tears from his eyes and as he looked over at her, he saw for a split second that her nails were long with bloody tips at the end, He blinked his eyes and looked again and he saw nothing like that the second time. William stood up and walked out of the bar without her noticing him.
Fish and Mary came over again that night to make sure he was OK. William opened up and told them everything that was happening and they both had the same exact opinions. Stay away from her, keep away, don't interact with her, she is nothing but trouble and trash. But for some reason he couldn't, he couldn't stop thinking about her. The three of them ended up at Pipers that night and were having their usual whiskey drinks at the bar. William went over to the jukebox to play some songs and he heard the voice again. He didn't flinch this time, he just stood at the jukebox. But he lent and ear to the voice and heard her singing to to a guy, Marie again. He looked over his shoulder very slowly and it was another guy, a different guy. William didn't panic, he continued to play music. William kept looking for a certain song, not the same one, but one that he needed to hear to make things right at that point in time. The jukebox didn't have it so he walked up to the bartender, slipped her a $20 and she plugged his phone into the speaker system. The other bartender stopped dead in his tracks, looked over at William, Fish and Mary, smiled and cranked up the music, the bass hit and all anyone could hear was what sounded like an old elevator door opening and closing, then the music hits..."Something has to change," powers over the speakers and William goes behind the bar, opens up a drawer, pulls off his shirt, exposing a bloody white daygo tee, grabs a machete and walks over to Marie. He looks the guy in his eyes and demands he take his shirt off, the guy does and he sees the tattoo again, the puzzle piece. Williams eyes light up, he brings the machete over his head with both hands and he slices the guys head off. People start screaming. William looks over at Fish and Mary and they both go behind the bar, grab machetes and go after anyone with the tattoo. A huge guy runs out of the bathroom screaming and jumps on the back of William. Fish grabs him and pulls him off, rips his shirt off and doesn't see a tattoo so he bear hugs him and throws him outside. William is standing in front of the door looking at Marie as she is glaring at him, smiling, laughing at him, "You can't hurt me." He flexes up like the Wolverine, points at her and sings along with the music and screams, "I don't want it, I just need it. To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive," and he walks towards her. She gets up and her fingers grow into claws, her face begins to mutate into pure ugly, she whips her hair back and she darts at him, he dodges her, kicked a chair at her, she grabs it and snaps it in two. She grabs the two broken pieces and jumps at William, he blocks one but the other piece cuts his arm and he drops his machete. His body puffs up, veins full of adrenaline, he takes the broken that cut him, cuts his other arm and attacks Marie. Shes clawing at him, cutting him up as hes trying to fight back but nothing is working, shes raging like this evil warrior from another planet. Mary and Fish are keeping the door shut while people try to get in and save Marie. Everyone is gone but them at this point and William gets away from her for a second, while shes licking her bloody fingers, he looks at his phone and the next song is about to play. He smiles and puts his head down a bit and yells at Marie, "Now is the time that you go back to hell where you came from you kunty fawkn BITCH." "Eye on the TV, cause tragedy thrills me," thrives over the speakers and they begin fighting again. William blocking as many of her strikes and claws, he elbows her in the face and he falls back, just enough time to get to his machete, he tumble rolls, grabs his machete and bellows out, "Part vampire Part warrior Carnivore and voyeur," and swings his machete at her, he catches her barely but right on the spot and she looks at him with watery eyes, she begins to cry blood. "What tha fawk are you," he asks and she looks at him and says, "You know what I am." He raises his machete as the music blares out, "We all feed on tragedy It's like blood to a vampire.... Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies.. Much better you than ," and William takes one fast hard swing downward and cuts her head right off. He looks at her blood filled eyes and throws his machete to the ground. He walks over to the bar, grabs his phone, skips the next song and over the speakers all you hear is,"My shadow." He grabs a bottle of Jameson, lines up three rocks glasses, pours some for Fish and Mary and says, "Fawkn skanks."

The Storm That Never Became

Brushing off his boots, Tye laced em up and proceeded into another day at the dock. Driving in his beat up Chevy, listening to the same talk radio station, he fell into a daily routine. Wake up at 5AM, get to work at 530AM, lunch at 1030AM, off at 2PM, after work beers at the local tavern and home for the night in bed by 10PM. It's nothing different or new for a dock worker in these parts where most struggle with routines that include boredom that can lead to addictions, Tye never really tapered off into that domain. A husky yet incredibly strong 26yr old who grew up on the other side of the country, he lived life one day at a time. His daughter from a previous failed relationship left him humble and thankful he had something, someone, to live for. If it weren't for her, he constantly thought he may not be on this planet. These are the thoughts that go through his head while he wrangles rope, brings in the boats, unloads goods for the nearby towns and is a replaceable and simple source in the grand machine of everyday life. He looks forward to his weekends. Occasionally getting out with friends, but usually stays in and spends with with Annabelle, his 6yr old daughter.
It was a Friday around 1015AM and they heard panic in one of the boathouses. Tye went inside to listen and all he could make out was they needed a few bodies to go retrieve a boat. The details were fuzzy as the CB radio transmission wasn't coming in too well. Tye grabbed his coat, life jacket and a few other essentials and was the first one to volunteer. The dock manager gathered the men together and told them a ship was lost at sea and the crew is no where to be found. He was radioed in by airplane flying low that called in and said it looked suspicious which alerted authorities. There is very little police force in this small town that is an honest and hard working city, leaving doors unlocked and everyone trusting each other. Tye, Gary, Neal and Pick hopped on a 55ft charter boat and headed out to sea. All of the men but Tye were born and raised in the small town of Lancaster on the East coast. Generation after generation, these men have sea legs and were made for this weather, work and lifestyle. Tye has only been in the town a few years, originally from the desert, he came here on a bus with Annabelle and wanted to start over. But what he was in for on this journey was nothing he could ever imagine.
Tye being the least experienced on the boat needed extra assistance in the basics at first but caught on quickly never needing a second time to complete a project. The men were about 15 miles off shore when they saw a light beaming straight into the sky, they kept chugging closer to this light. Once they got there they realized it was underwater. Pick was an expert diver and had brought his SCUBA gear. He suited up and went down into the water. The rest of the men waited and looked through binoculars to see if they could spot anything. Gary yelled and said he say something, something way off in the distance but couldn't make it out. The men had to wait for Pick to get back up to find out what the light was. After a good 30 minutes of waiting, Pick finally surfaced. His face completely blank and his body virtually motionless he uttered that he needed to lay down, he was feeling sick, he just needed to lay down for a while. Neal, the captain of the boat wanted more answers yet Pick was unable to respond much other than wanting a bed. Neal gave in, sent him down below and the rest of the men stayed atop of the charter heading towards whatever it was Gary saw.
As they got closer to the object, it looked as if it was the boat and the men began to become restless as they felt like the boat wasn't moving fast enough. They finally got in sight of it and there she was, the boat they were looking for. Neal told the men to get ready to jump aboard and find out what was going on. They approached the boat and tied up. Gary and Tye hopped over to investigate the situation. Yelling for the captain or workers, they heard nothing other than the ever so light crackling in the sky. By this time it was past 12 and the weather began to drop, small gusts of wind became and the men knew a storm was coming. Pick was still in downstairs as Neal was at the captains helm while Gary and Tye were on the other boat trying to find something. They got to the radio and it was completely disabled. Everything on the boat worked but the radio. They looked in all other places and saw nothing that would give them a clue unto what happened to the ships crew. Puzzled as can be, Tye thought about some previous experiences he had in the desert while hiking. Finding articles of clothing and what not in the middle of the desert, wondering if people went missing or were killed, maybe eaten by animals, yet nothing was ever printed in the paper about someone missing in the desert. He couldn't figure it out so he went to the starboard edge of the boat and looked into the sky hoping something would click. He looked out into the ocean and saw nothing but gray clouds coming in. He turned to Gary and told him we need to get back to land because it didn't look pretty. They were unsure to drive the boat in or drag it with this storm coming so they asked Neal. He said that if we can get Pick back up on deck we can do two on twos. Gary jumped over to the other boat and went downstairs to ask Pick if he was ready to come back up. Pick was in complete disarray. He didn't know where he was, who Gary was, anything. Gary thought he may have caught pneumonia or something when he was diving so he let him be and went upstairs to tell Neal. Neal said that they had an honor to bring in the boat and that no one was experienced enough to drive it in, so they were going to drag in it. The men got to work, roping it up, securing everything and getting ready for the haul in.
The storm that was brewing became uglier than can be. Pure darkness at this time of the day is unimaginable. The men felt like hell was going to take over. Dark circling clouds, lightening and thunder that shook them to the bone, pure hell, yet no wind or rain had come yet. Neal didn't know what to make of this. He saw how horrid it looked and said this could be a bad one, a real bad one and was waiting for it to hit as they headed toward land. A good 45 minutes had gone by now and nothing had changed other than the darkness filling the sky. Gary went downstairs to check on Pick and when he did, Pick looked worse than before. The charter wasn't equipped with handling many medical needs other than injuries, so Neal gave him as many painkillers as they had and sat with him for a while. Gary was talking to Pick, but all he did was stare into his face, almost as if he wasn't there. Gary asked him questions and Pick just looked at him and then would turn his head away into the pillow and pass out for short periods of time. He felt like he was no help so he went above to see the progress they had made hoping they were close to shore. When he got on deck, he couldn't believe what he saw. The black, death black clouds had a beaming reddish glow in the middle of it. Never seeing anything like this, none of the crew as a matter of fact, they scurried to find their phones to take pictures yet all the phones were dead, zero battery charge left. Neal grabbed his camera and went to take a picture and just as he did the boat rocked and it went out of his hand and into the water. Tye was at the edge of the boat with binoculars trying to make out what was happening in the sky and was completely shocked. All he could see were rays of light, beaming to and from other parts of the red in the sky. This blackness, this darkness, this hell in the sky was being penetrated by some sort of other light that shared the oceans sky, an unexplainable phenomenon. Mesmerized by all of this the men became weary of what could come of it. Was this the sign of the apocalypse, was this the beginning of the greatest storm, was this an alien invasion. The thoughts and random mumbling of the crew kept them too intrigued. They spoke to each other conversing if getting back to land or finding out what this was, was a better idea. Neal wanted to get back to the dock and find out from the others what was happening, yet he had a very strong interest in this storm. Gary was petrified but was also interested and Tye said that they had to stay, that this was something that most men would never experience in a lifetime and he didn't feel like this storm was going to turn into what it looked like it was. The three men decided to slow the boat down and keep watching this, this thing.
It had been a good hour now that the were stopped and watching this happen. It kept going back from blackness to a red light shining through over and over. By this time the men weren't sure what was going to happen, if this was going to continue, get worse or go away. So after more discussion they all decided that they should slowly head back and continue to watch the sky looking for any clues unto what was happening. Tye looked away for a moment thinking about his life in the desert, seeing how that desert sky looked like this at times, but never understanding how the blackness and other lights shining with it could happen. He thought back to when he was on a reservation as a kid, around 8 years old and he spent the night with his friend who was Hopi Indian. He remembered bits and pieces of a night where they went outside after the parents went to bed and they were searching for wildlife. He remembers how dark it was, pitch black in the desert, but he could see lights in the sky. He never knew if that was normal because he never saw it again. Reflecting back on that moment and seeing this moment happen in front of him, he knew he had to remember every detail. The feelings, the smell, the sights and sounds of the ocean, everything so he could tell this story one day. Gary came over to Tye to talk to him, to get his input on everything. The two men talked for a while and couldn't come up with anything other than a total and complete phenomenon was happening. Gary went up to Neal in the captains helm and he said he had never seen nor heard of such a thing. Tye went downstairs to check on Pick who was sleeping. He looked at him and noticed he was sweating, sweating more than ever. He asked Pick if he was OK and Pick just turned and looked at him and put his head back into the pillow. So Tye left him knowing there was nothing that could be done until they got to land. The charter was closing in onto shore when they realized this was about where they saw the light coming from the depths that Pick and dove too. There was no light, nothing of the sort, not even a detection of anything underwater. So they kept moving closer to shore. The men were about 5 miles away when Neal yelled and saw something in the distance. He saw in the darkness a white light coming from the opposite side of the what would be shoreline. Another beaming white light. At this point the men were more interested in getting back to shore and getting Pick to a hospital so they kept heading away from it. But the darkness wouldn't allow them. The charter began to hit extremely rocky waters and almost over-turning the charter and the boat behind. 20 minutes of total chaos and the ropes began to snap. Neal told Gary and Tye to get them roped up again and to make sure they were ready for the storm to hit. Then men did so and began to work. Lassoing ropes back and forth, getting ready, suiting up for this incredibly horrific storm to finally break. The water began to slow down and it became calm again. They were just miles away from shore and the storm, the blackness, the red light, the beaming white light, the cold air, everything slowly faded away. It just stopped. Then men approached the harbor with both boats intact and docked safely. Gary jumped off the charter and went to tell them to call an ambulance now because something went terrible wrong with Pick. Neal started to untie the boats and Tye went downstairs to get Pick. When he got down there, Pick was sitting on the bed. Tye began to talk to him and Pick was now talking. He asked him how he felt, what he remembers and all Pick said was he was asleep and just woke up. Tye asked him about what he saw when he dove and Pick told him he saw nothing because he never dove, he was sleeping the entire time. Tye tried to explain to him what happened and Pick just told him he wasn't sure what he was talking about and he slept. So the men went upstairs and the paramedics were there to check on Pick. They said everything was fine, he wasn't running a fever, no issues with his vitals, and everything seemed normal. Neal told them he needs to go to a hospital to get checked on more so they left. At this point Neal, Gary and Tye were explaining to the dock workers what they saw. None of them could understand what exactly they were describing so they didn't really believe them. The workers asked about pictures, videos, anything other than stories they were telling them and they all told them what happened. Dead batteries and a camera that went overboard. They grabbed their cell phones to show them they were dead, yet all of them were working just fine. Neal, Gary and Tye looked at each other in shock. Not knowing what the hell was happening, they became slightly angry. Their tempers flared and they started shouting what they saw was real. The dock workers just chuckled and walked away. No one believed them, their stories didn't add up to what happened once they hit land. No one but those three men knew what happened out there.
Tye went home after this while Neal and Gary headed to the police station to find out if any nearby towns reported anything at sea. Tye was alone as Annabelle was at a friends house so he went on the Internet searching for some kind of answer. He couldn't find anything at all, nothing that was even remotely close to this, so he gave up after a while and went to pickup his daughter. On his way over he got a call from Pick and asked him for a ride to the dock so he could get his car and head home. Tye drove up to the hospital and Pick jumped in the car. Tye started asking him how everything went and Pick responded that there was nothing wrong with him, blood work came back fine, no problems, even got an MRI scan which showed nothing. So Tye talked to Pick about what happened. He asked him what he remembered and Pick said he was asleep the entire time and remembers nothing at all. Tye asking him about the light in the water, the blackness in the sky, the colors in the sky; Pick could not remember a thing. Tye was not only frustrated but he was slightly angry thinking that he made eye contact with him as he laid in the downstairs area of the charter, but he remembered something. When he looked at Pick and talked to him, he felt like Pick really wasn't there, like he was in a daze not consuming any information. Tye dropped off Pick at the dock and went to pickup Annabelle. He pulled up to the house and she came running out excited and happy to see him. They drove home and went into their small white house near the ocean. When they went inside Tye began making dinner for the two of them. Tye was standing in the kitchen and Annabelle came over and was hugging his leg. He picked her up gave her a kiss and had her stand on a chair so she could help him cook. She looked out the window and started talking about the sky and how beautiful it was outside. She saw a shooting star and got excited and said to him, "Daddy, that's where we came from. We are special to everyone else. Not everyone came from there, but we did. They told me."

Ray Rice, Domesitc Violence, Finger Pointing...

As always, more information has surfaced to a topic in which every American has an opinion on, so let me chime in.

It looks like all of society wants Ray Rice banned from the NFL and are even going for the head of Goodell. I am 100% and completely against domestic violence of BOTH genders. If you keep up with my blogs, you may have read my blog about the domestic violence I endured in my most relationship which lasted the entire year, as she was the aggressor. With that being said, here is what I think to the people out there asking for Rice to be banned from the NFL and Goodell to lose his job over this...

Take a look in the mirror. Think about everything you have done to your employer, to your friends, to your family, to your loved ones. If you have ever laid a hand on someone in anger, your company should fire YOU! Yea, if you want the NFL to ban Rice, then you need to own up and understand that other companies around the nation may take on to this and have a zero-tolerance policy with domestic violence outside the work place. So if you, Mr or Mrs Reader with an opinion, get trialed and convicted of domestic abuse (even those the charges were DROPPED,) you get to lose your job as well and if your owner has evidence supporting that case and doesn't come forward, they too should be dissected under a microscope. If companies start interfering with your personal life and punishing you for crimes committed outside the work hours, when and where will this, if ever, stop? The difference with Rice and other athletes and celebs is that they are looked upon as "idols" in which we look up to because of their talent. Constantly they are on the news, twitter, facebook, websites, etc for what they did wrong and unfortunately, RARELY what they did right. But we as a society have become the judge and jury of everything and everyone, we have become the dictators of this country. We are so quick to judge and not hear the entire side of all stories. We prosecute with what non sense the mainstream media shoves down our throat.

Ray Rice and his then-fiancee have since gotten married. Whatever happened between them behind closed doors that drove her into his arms is between them, that is their personal life. Whether you agree with it or not, its none of your fawkn business. If you treat your kid or pet a certain way and I don't agree with it, it's not my fawkn business unless you are enduring some sort of harm. I have my opinions and they are, whatever happens between them is their fawkn business, their money, their marriage, so leave their shit alone. Go worry about your issues at home instead of judging them because I bet if someone took a microscope into your personal life, I'm sure you wouldn't come out clean and perfect!