It needs editing, but still here you go, Enjoy it. It's an early Valentine's gift inspired by the great WCB's story Valentine the Destroyer.
Feedback Space Cadets.
Valentine's at Cody's
Four days ago she walked out the door with her knuckles bleeding and taped, while a picture of us at the zoo smiling laid in pieces on the foot of the stairs. I haven't left the chair in the living room, except to use the restroom and get a Shiner Bock. The image of a short woman, anorexic thin, with black hair, not long enough to trail, trailing behind her in rage replays before me. I get up to leave while she's punching the picture into the wall to get a beer and when I get back she's walking out the door, doomed to start all over again as I sip the bottle sweetly, waiting for the one time where she turns back around to take my bottle and mash it into my nose with the blunt end before breaking the glass over my head. When she slammed the door it broke the frame and I can't close the door if I wanted to, so I just leave it open, hoping that maybe the January Freeze will come along and whipe clean the Texas slate.
Dom steps through the door and around the shattered glass as he enters the house. He calls out and I crack my voice in response. He finds me in the living room in my chair watching the scene over and over again. Certain that I'm not going anywhere and that I won't jump him if he turns his back, he goes into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge and returns, following my gaze as he twists the cap off.
It's been four days.
Yeah I know.
Are you going to mope all day?
Was planning on it.
Get up, we're going.
I don't question him. Dom knocked the bottle back and drank it down in two gulps, then running his hand through his greasy black mange, shaking it like a dog. His eyes had sunken into his skull from all the black eyes received in bar fights. Most of the first and final hit the person threw at him, because Dom was a beast and would fight back like a starved caged dog. His left hook would stun you, while the right hand and ring would pull some flesh out of the face and cause pain. That was before he poured his drink into it so it burned and the poor bastard that hit him stumbled digging his palms into his eyes, trying to claw the alcohol out of them and the wound. Then Dom would smile, take the glass and smash it into the man's temple. If he was lucky, a shard would split and slide an inch under his eyes and severe them from his brain, but he'd survive. The blood squirting out the side of his face, a fountain in the center of the town square that every person could enjoy. Before the body could hit the floor, Dom would have hit him three more times, breaking the nose and watching it gush as he buried his fist deeper and deeper into the man's skull with no remorse. His eyes frozen with hatred. But for those few minutes when he was fighting, all the worries fled from his body and concentrated in his fists and you could see how handsome he really was. I think about kissing him all the time, but resist because I know I would let him fuck me, and the whore on his arm would probably get offended.
I stand up and head for the door.
You're not going like that, go find something that doesn't have your scrotal sweat from the past four days crusting over the front of it.
I mumble, but head upstairs and pilfer through the drawers. I find a pair of vintage jeans that she bought me and pull my legs through them. I never wore them while she was here, so nows just as good a time as any to start wearing them. No boxers. Socks. A spray of deodorant under each pit and a faded and fraying blue shirt cloaks my skin. I button it up generously and shove my feet into some boots, neglecting to tie the laces, before heading downstairs. Dom waits in the truck, fiddling with the radio dial.
You get shit for reception out here.
The nearest bar is twenty miles in town and they don't get radio, what makes you think I do?
Cody's is a broke dive anyway, they don't have television in there. The people only come to his place, because it's the only source of alcohol for fifty miles.
So where are we going then?
He pulls out onto a dirt road, pushing the pedal to the floor in his Silverado.
Cody's, like I said, he has alcohol.
We pull in front of Cody's next to a couple Ford's with a group of cowboys with nothing better to do than get drunk and piss on trucks with different names. In the dark, their mustaches look like they come out of their noses and the cowboy hat doesn't help their lack of appeal. The handful of men shift their feet in the dirt when I step out of the passenger side while the group's leader spits towards us, before shouting across the truck beds at Dom.
This is a Ford only parking space, boy. You'll have to move it.
Dom looks at the drunk with a sneer on his face.
If you want to move it, be my guest, but you'll have to fetch your teeth from your asshole when I'm done kicking your ass for it.
The cowboy tilts his head back and laughs, his hat an inch from falling off. He then walks over towards Dom's truck and mocks lifting and wiping sweat from his brow.
Well boy, it looks like it's too heavy for me to move it on my own and I know my boys cain't do it, but I have a better solution. I'll just mark my territory and you can move your shit from it.
With that, the man unbuttons his pants and starts to piss on Dom's bumper and wheel. Dom's sneer changes shape and pulls back into a grimace, the fury burning under his collar.
Cowboy Dick, which is your truck, so I know what a better truck looks like?
The cowboy shakes his dick and tucks it back in, pointing over to the Ford F-250 Dom is standing in front of.
That beauty is it. Feast your eyes boy, you'll never see anything better.
Dom slides his pants down low enough to start pissing in the man's radiator. Spraying piss all over the front end of the cowboy's truck. Cowboy Dick buttons his pants in haste before charging at Dom to clock him one, all of his boys standing frozen in shock at what Dom was doing. When Cowboy Dick got close enough, Dom turned to face him and started to piss on his boots.
Oh boy, you better pray to your god, because I'm going to kill you for that.
Dom pulls his pants back up as Cowboy Dick tries to hit him. All of the cowboy's men, snap and start running up to where Dom and I stand. Dom grabs Cowboy Dick's arm and flips it behind his back pushing it up towards the same shoulder until he howls in pain, his men stop.
Cowboy Dick, I want you to tell your men to back off or I'll break it.
Boys, listen to him.
Good, now I want you to apologize before I plant my boot in your ass, you understand me?
Cowboy Dick nods his head and says his sorries. Dom drops his arm and starts to head for the door where I stand when Cowboy Dick turns and hits him in the back of the head, knocking Dom to the ground.
I'm sorry your mom was a cunt of a whore and didn't kill you at birth you little fuck.
Dom stands up, brushes the dirt from his pants and looks Cowboy Dick in the eye.
What did you say about my mom?
I said, that no good whore of a cunt rag should have killed your sorry as-
He didn't finish before Dom had landed his left hook. The right one caught the cowboy on the right temple and knocked his hat to the feet of his boys. Within five seconds he had caught the man and thrown his head into the hood of his truck, denting it. Cowboy Dick's nose broke and sprayed blood onto it, the blood pooled and looked like a bouquet of flowers against the white paint and the neon pink refelction from Cody's flashing name. His two boys grabbed Dom by the collar and pulled him backwards onto the ground and started to kick him. I hit the first man, fist against his jaw straight across and I could hear it crack like the echoing of a gunshot ringing out. His head caught the headlight and split the skin open just beyond his eye. The second cowboy in black boots and hat stopped kicking Dom to put his fists up to take me on. Dom spun and placed a boot into Black Boots knee and he hit the wooden columns holding up the roof to the porch. Cowboy Dick had jumped back into the fight and caught me across the cheek sending me sprawling. Dom stood up and planted a fist into Dick's stomach, while Headlight stood up to hit Dom in the kidney and towards Black Boots. I hit Headlight in the throat and he fell to his knees to grasp at his neck gasping for air. I kicked at his jaw, knocking his lower teeth into the roof of his mouth and he fell backwards spitting blood. Dom was fending off the two when he caught Black Boots by the collar and threw him between the trucks and then slammed Cowboy Dick's head into the hood of a red F-250. Repeatedly smashing the side of Cowboy Dick's head against it, the skin around his brow splitting and leaking a pinkish black. Black Boots stands up with the aide of the door handles and truck beds and starts to run back up through the trucks, when I catch him and throw him through the side mirrors, each breaking and raining plastic before him. He hits the ground with a thud and rolls to his side, partially under the wheels, unconscious. I grab Dom by the back of his collar and pull him from Cowboy Dick who's body slides down the front of the truck and into the dirt. Headlight still choking on his blood.
I pick each body up and put it into each truck's driver seat while Dom gets some duct tape out of the toolbox in his truck bed. He tapes all of their hands to the steering wheel and then tapes the keys he fishes out of their pockets on the opposite window so they can't get them.
We walk into Cody's and Dom puts slaps a fifty on the bar.
A bottle of Jack, two glasses, and matches, Cody.
He pours two drinks into the glasses and pushes one into my hand. We drink. Then he walks outside and pours the rest of the bottle out onto the hood of each of the men's trucks. Grabs the match book and strikes a match, holding it to the alcohol watching it catch aflame. Then smiling, we climb into his truck. I reach over and pull his face towards mine and kiss him. He smiles.
Kyle you bitch, I always knew you loved me.
We pull off with three bonfires in the rearview mirror. Sometimes I'm just confused.
Feedback Space Cadets.
Valentine's at Cody's
Four days ago she walked out the door with her knuckles bleeding and taped, while a picture of us at the zoo smiling laid in pieces on the foot of the stairs. I haven't left the chair in the living room, except to use the restroom and get a Shiner Bock. The image of a short woman, anorexic thin, with black hair, not long enough to trail, trailing behind her in rage replays before me. I get up to leave while she's punching the picture into the wall to get a beer and when I get back she's walking out the door, doomed to start all over again as I sip the bottle sweetly, waiting for the one time where she turns back around to take my bottle and mash it into my nose with the blunt end before breaking the glass over my head. When she slammed the door it broke the frame and I can't close the door if I wanted to, so I just leave it open, hoping that maybe the January Freeze will come along and whipe clean the Texas slate.
Dom steps through the door and around the shattered glass as he enters the house. He calls out and I crack my voice in response. He finds me in the living room in my chair watching the scene over and over again. Certain that I'm not going anywhere and that I won't jump him if he turns his back, he goes into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge and returns, following my gaze as he twists the cap off.
It's been four days.
Yeah I know.
Are you going to mope all day?
Was planning on it.
Get up, we're going.
I don't question him. Dom knocked the bottle back and drank it down in two gulps, then running his hand through his greasy black mange, shaking it like a dog. His eyes had sunken into his skull from all the black eyes received in bar fights. Most of the first and final hit the person threw at him, because Dom was a beast and would fight back like a starved caged dog. His left hook would stun you, while the right hand and ring would pull some flesh out of the face and cause pain. That was before he poured his drink into it so it burned and the poor bastard that hit him stumbled digging his palms into his eyes, trying to claw the alcohol out of them and the wound. Then Dom would smile, take the glass and smash it into the man's temple. If he was lucky, a shard would split and slide an inch under his eyes and severe them from his brain, but he'd survive. The blood squirting out the side of his face, a fountain in the center of the town square that every person could enjoy. Before the body could hit the floor, Dom would have hit him three more times, breaking the nose and watching it gush as he buried his fist deeper and deeper into the man's skull with no remorse. His eyes frozen with hatred. But for those few minutes when he was fighting, all the worries fled from his body and concentrated in his fists and you could see how handsome he really was. I think about kissing him all the time, but resist because I know I would let him fuck me, and the whore on his arm would probably get offended.
I stand up and head for the door.
You're not going like that, go find something that doesn't have your scrotal sweat from the past four days crusting over the front of it.
I mumble, but head upstairs and pilfer through the drawers. I find a pair of vintage jeans that she bought me and pull my legs through them. I never wore them while she was here, so nows just as good a time as any to start wearing them. No boxers. Socks. A spray of deodorant under each pit and a faded and fraying blue shirt cloaks my skin. I button it up generously and shove my feet into some boots, neglecting to tie the laces, before heading downstairs. Dom waits in the truck, fiddling with the radio dial.
You get shit for reception out here.
The nearest bar is twenty miles in town and they don't get radio, what makes you think I do?
Cody's is a broke dive anyway, they don't have television in there. The people only come to his place, because it's the only source of alcohol for fifty miles.
So where are we going then?
He pulls out onto a dirt road, pushing the pedal to the floor in his Silverado.
Cody's, like I said, he has alcohol.
We pull in front of Cody's next to a couple Ford's with a group of cowboys with nothing better to do than get drunk and piss on trucks with different names. In the dark, their mustaches look like they come out of their noses and the cowboy hat doesn't help their lack of appeal. The handful of men shift their feet in the dirt when I step out of the passenger side while the group's leader spits towards us, before shouting across the truck beds at Dom.
This is a Ford only parking space, boy. You'll have to move it.
Dom looks at the drunk with a sneer on his face.
If you want to move it, be my guest, but you'll have to fetch your teeth from your asshole when I'm done kicking your ass for it.
The cowboy tilts his head back and laughs, his hat an inch from falling off. He then walks over towards Dom's truck and mocks lifting and wiping sweat from his brow.
Well boy, it looks like it's too heavy for me to move it on my own and I know my boys cain't do it, but I have a better solution. I'll just mark my territory and you can move your shit from it.
With that, the man unbuttons his pants and starts to piss on Dom's bumper and wheel. Dom's sneer changes shape and pulls back into a grimace, the fury burning under his collar.
Cowboy Dick, which is your truck, so I know what a better truck looks like?
The cowboy shakes his dick and tucks it back in, pointing over to the Ford F-250 Dom is standing in front of.
That beauty is it. Feast your eyes boy, you'll never see anything better.
Dom slides his pants down low enough to start pissing in the man's radiator. Spraying piss all over the front end of the cowboy's truck. Cowboy Dick buttons his pants in haste before charging at Dom to clock him one, all of his boys standing frozen in shock at what Dom was doing. When Cowboy Dick got close enough, Dom turned to face him and started to piss on his boots.
Oh boy, you better pray to your god, because I'm going to kill you for that.
Dom pulls his pants back up as Cowboy Dick tries to hit him. All of the cowboy's men, snap and start running up to where Dom and I stand. Dom grabs Cowboy Dick's arm and flips it behind his back pushing it up towards the same shoulder until he howls in pain, his men stop.
Cowboy Dick, I want you to tell your men to back off or I'll break it.
Boys, listen to him.
Good, now I want you to apologize before I plant my boot in your ass, you understand me?
Cowboy Dick nods his head and says his sorries. Dom drops his arm and starts to head for the door where I stand when Cowboy Dick turns and hits him in the back of the head, knocking Dom to the ground.
I'm sorry your mom was a cunt of a whore and didn't kill you at birth you little fuck.
Dom stands up, brushes the dirt from his pants and looks Cowboy Dick in the eye.
What did you say about my mom?
I said, that no good whore of a cunt rag should have killed your sorry as-
He didn't finish before Dom had landed his left hook. The right one caught the cowboy on the right temple and knocked his hat to the feet of his boys. Within five seconds he had caught the man and thrown his head into the hood of his truck, denting it. Cowboy Dick's nose broke and sprayed blood onto it, the blood pooled and looked like a bouquet of flowers against the white paint and the neon pink refelction from Cody's flashing name. His two boys grabbed Dom by the collar and pulled him backwards onto the ground and started to kick him. I hit the first man, fist against his jaw straight across and I could hear it crack like the echoing of a gunshot ringing out. His head caught the headlight and split the skin open just beyond his eye. The second cowboy in black boots and hat stopped kicking Dom to put his fists up to take me on. Dom spun and placed a boot into Black Boots knee and he hit the wooden columns holding up the roof to the porch. Cowboy Dick had jumped back into the fight and caught me across the cheek sending me sprawling. Dom stood up and planted a fist into Dick's stomach, while Headlight stood up to hit Dom in the kidney and towards Black Boots. I hit Headlight in the throat and he fell to his knees to grasp at his neck gasping for air. I kicked at his jaw, knocking his lower teeth into the roof of his mouth and he fell backwards spitting blood. Dom was fending off the two when he caught Black Boots by the collar and threw him between the trucks and then slammed Cowboy Dick's head into the hood of a red F-250. Repeatedly smashing the side of Cowboy Dick's head against it, the skin around his brow splitting and leaking a pinkish black. Black Boots stands up with the aide of the door handles and truck beds and starts to run back up through the trucks, when I catch him and throw him through the side mirrors, each breaking and raining plastic before him. He hits the ground with a thud and rolls to his side, partially under the wheels, unconscious. I grab Dom by the back of his collar and pull him from Cowboy Dick who's body slides down the front of the truck and into the dirt. Headlight still choking on his blood.
I pick each body up and put it into each truck's driver seat while Dom gets some duct tape out of the toolbox in his truck bed. He tapes all of their hands to the steering wheel and then tapes the keys he fishes out of their pockets on the opposite window so they can't get them.
We walk into Cody's and Dom puts slaps a fifty on the bar.
A bottle of Jack, two glasses, and matches, Cody.
He pours two drinks into the glasses and pushes one into my hand. We drink. Then he walks outside and pours the rest of the bottle out onto the hood of each of the men's trucks. Grabs the match book and strikes a match, holding it to the alcohol watching it catch aflame. Then smiling, we climb into his truck. I reach over and pull his face towards mine and kiss him. He smiles.
Kyle you bitch, I always knew you loved me.
We pull off with three bonfires in the rearview mirror. Sometimes I'm just confused.