eyeballkid

I got out of the shower and jerked off. Then I poured a large glass of ice water, downed it. A night of hard drinking had left me tapped dry. My skin was pulled tight against my ribs. I poured another and went outside with a long thin cigar and a book. 100 Fiendish Little Frightmares. $4.95. I opened the book. A man was waiting for a train, an angry man. Voices were spitting wet black curses to mankind. I liked that man. I heard a noise and looked up. A wasp flew head on into my satalite dish. It made a soft smack. It did it again. Just then a girl came into view. She was walking a dog along the river. She had blue pajama bottoms, a black shirt and short black hair. She looked at me and I looked back. She smiled. She looked good. The dog was black and white and quite small, like Wishbone. He ran, eager to get nowhere, pulling on the leash, making spirals. The girl looked away. I continued staring, watching that ass shake as the dog continued fighting with that leash. The girl looked again but there was something in her eyes this time. I knew what she was thinking. "Why does that guy keep staring at me?" Her lips streched at the ends. She was nervous. She kept walking as a small girl ran up to her. "Racheal!" She said and smiled. They talked and laughed for a bit and Racheal turned back around, making for home. She flashed a quick glance and started walking faster...then she was gone. Smack. The wasp was still at it. I took a long drag from my cigar and threw it over the edge of the balcony. There was a rustle then. A loud cracking and more rustles. A large oak was moving from the edge of the brown water. It was coming at me. 'This is it' I think to myself and take a gulp of ice water. The tree snaps and cracks and continues coming. 'I wonder why noone else can hear this' I think. The tree reaches out a long gnarled branch and rests it on the edge of the balcony. There's a knot on the third knuckle I note. The tree leans in and whispers. "There's something wrong with you Mr. Peck." Inside the glass door the cat, Pestilence, is laughing like a madman. "Life can be beautiful if you let it." I said to the tree. It smiled and I smiled. It continued being a tree.