As we ride off through the muggy night again, we pass a corner bar.They’re all sitting out there drinking away another warm summer evening.”Hey, look at em all, baby,” I said. “See? We’re not alone, Narcisa. Look! They’re ALL fucking addicts, addicted to their pissy beer, or to the television, or to the stupid evangelist church, or the big Catholic scam, whatever.”She was quiet. But she rested her chin on my shoulder, the way she does whenever she’s listening, contemplating.”Or they’re all strung out on some mind-warping psych meds… or to fucking chocolate cake and pipe dreams of what the fuck they’re gonna do with their fucking lives, whatever… so why NOT just be a fucking crack addict like you? It’s all the same shit anyway… so I guess ya may as WELL just do whatever you fucking wanna do… just like everybody else does.”She remained mute, but the chin stayed on the shoulder.I kept going.”Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted anyway, baby?” I said. “To be just like everybody else, stupid and retarded and normal?”We rode on in silence for a while more, nothing but the sound of the motor.Then I said, “Well, its probably not gonna happen for ya like that. You’re too fucking smart. That’s yer REAL problem….. but keep trying anyway, I guess and see what happens, right?”That was about all the words I could get in as I rolled the motorcycle up in front of the Casa Verde to drop her off again.She hopped off the back of the bike. Then she was gone.As usual.I just rode off, back into the lonely night fog, wondering for the thousandth time where this will all end, but not even really caring much anymore at this point, one fucking way or another.Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008. All Rights Reserved. NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção – registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.
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by admin on June 3, 2008
Muito obrigado pelas suas palavras. Seu estilo de escrita criativa deixa o seu leitor para perguntar o que faz e não existe.
Reverse psychology – look at you go! Hope that works out.
Peace, K
ta valendo…. beijos, narcisa