Trot (721 hits)
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Submitted by Hadley got bored (View user info) at 2008-02-22 13:56:12 EST
He starts up the first hill at a slow trot - barely more than a walk - and thinks about his day. There isn't much that makes today different than any other. But nothing that happened matters now. There is only the run.
The shrieking alarm once again pierces through a fog in his head. With a curse, he flings a shoe at the nightstand, enjoying for a moment the satisfying crack it makes as it connects with the wailing clock o' morning misery. Two swift claps bring the tv and the lamp on. With a sigh, he reaches over for his electric razor.
Feet pounding, gasping for breath, he runs. Calves burning, quads tightening, lungs burning from breathing the frosty air...Slap...Slap...Slap... A regular rhythm as he charges across the intersection, through the snow, chased by demons he can't escape.
The car glides into the spot, perfectly centered between the parallel lines. He turns the key to off and sighs as the radio dies, his fate sealed. The boss pulls in behind him - no calling in now. Grabbing a tv dinner off the passenger seat, he steps out, shivering in spite of his resolve not to. "Hell of a morning, ain't it?" As usual, no response. It's a long, cold walk into Hell.
Clouds of condensing vapor part as he charges through them. Breathing labored, spurred on by the feel of those glinting green eyes on his back. A headlong dash, ignoring the thump of cell phone and key in his pockets, charging madly down the slope past the neighborhood bar.
Counting down the minutes to five o'clock. Fingers sick of rapping on the keyboard, glancing at the pile of empty pop cans that surround him, he looks forward to the evening's routine. With a sigh, he notices the blood spot on his chest. The bandages don't stay in place for a full eight hours. Everyone who sees him in the hallway or at the grocery store will get the wrong idea. They always do. He is almost used to it.
A frustrated scream escapes as the car dashes past, wheels spraying up dark, brackish water from the pothole. Now soaked in the night air, shivering despite the heat he has built up over the last mile, he has to wonder how many others will pass by, never knowing or even questioning why he does what he does.
Four days a week it is like this. Come home, eat a small salad with fat free dressing, and get changed. Short-seam compression shorts under moisture-wicking jogging shorts. Two layers of moisture-wicking shirts, a vain attempt to stop the chafing everywhere his flesh rubs. Two layers of socks, one a thin material to prevent blisters, the other a thick cotton to keep the toes warm.
Trying his best to ignore the stabbing pain in his side, he run-limps on. "One more corner," he whispers to himself. He feels his steps breaking down but refuses to stop, even for a moment. He has to reach the gate. A brief rest there, and he can begin to double back, no longer fearing that he won't make it.
As he laces up the shoes he wears for only 4 hours a week, he thinks about what he's done with himself. He used to get winded walking up and down stairs. He used to bottle up everything, his only release involving a tube sock and the nearest lotion. But now, he has moved himself to a better place, both physically and geographically. In spite of all that, there are still miles to go. But he takes them three at a time, peace finding him when exhaustion takes over. Cross, loop, around, pull. Cross, loop, around, pull.
Because of the melt-off, the spray, and the sweat, the shoes feel heavier now. It is harder to maintain the rhythm and nearly impossible to jump over the puddles, growing larger with every moment of sun. His mind starts to wander and his form starts to break down. His turns are wider, more arcing. His stride less compact and powerful, he begins to weave perceptibly.
The air feels different as he locks the door. He performs the daily ritual. Cell phone, check. ID, check. One lone house key, check. He drops to the ground and does 10 pushups, then sprints down the steps to the landing where he stretches his legs and drops to the ground again. This continues until he finally reaches the door and steps out into the cold night's air.
It is funny that as the days finally begin to get longer, as the light stops fading as quickly on his treks, today is the day it happens. The sound hits him first, a split second before the metal strikes his knee. The next thing he feels is icy gravel shredding the skin on his elbow as he is dumped unceremoniously to road, head bouncing off the unpainted speed bump. He looks up at the slate grey sky and mumbles, "That isn't how I would have written it..."
User Reviews
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2008-02-28 16:48:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Way to put words in my mouth, genius.
And unfortunately, that really IS the way it works... mind-altering substances ALTER YOUR MIND and behavior... so it goes. As far as how fucked up I still am, well, I haven't done coke in years and I smoke pot probably less often than you drink, and my life's going pretty goddamn well, but thanks for your input.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-02-25 08:54:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-02-24 00:39:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
i liked this except the ending.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-23 19:51:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i do what i can, bubba, i do what i can.
and NOW, i'm going to this fab lebanese restaurant here in town. after that, poker, where at the end of the night i'll take eveyones chips. you have fun ubering, you geriatric, crabby fucker.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-02-23 19:41:55 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
"little pants shitting episode...."
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I cackled like a retard at that gem from Scourge.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-23 19:28:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
hahaha
here's the thing, willie, you'll come back and read this and we both know it. hell, everyone on uber knows it.
here's why...you're no different than anyone else on uber except in that you're in severe denial about it. you get into gay circle jerks, actually put THOUGHT into why people rate the way they do or should (see your gay anti-Bubba ratings CAMPAIGN as one example of that), and just generally act like as big a retard as anyone else here, shit posts and flame reviews and all.
but hey, whatever gets you through the night, little lady.
as far as ghola goes, i have no issues with her...i tend to like her quite a bit when she isn't dripping with pretentiousness. i just thought the comparison of those two ratings on those two posts was fucking silly and pointed it out. your little pants shitting episode below about MY reviews concerning HER reviews was truly the shining star of this little dance though...it really showed how unconcerned you are with what others do here. good show, princess, good show.
hahaha
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-02-23 15:44:56 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Willie, you and Scourge should get a room. You brainless shitheads deserve each other. Maybe Ghola can write a pretentious flash pile about the encounter.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-02-23 15:22:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2008-02-22 21:56:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Actually, this IS why writing on uber is dead.
not the specific people pointed out here, mind you... just this is very very typical of ratings lately
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:19:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115141#2657718
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115131#2657762
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What the fuck are you talking about? Didn't you just rate this a +2 without reading it solely because you shared a cheap motel room years ago with hadtobedone, sleeping soundly while he masturbated quietly in the queen bed across the room, imagining your face between his legs?
Why anyone expects to find good writing on ubersite is beyond me, but if you think you want writing to be taken seriously here maybe you should at least read before you rate.
And it looks to me like Scourge is being a little bitch to Ghola just because she gave this a -1, and you're being too nice to say it. Why the fuck does anyone care how anyone else rates?
I mean, what the fuck is scourge talking about, please send me some books back?
That sounds pissy to me. If ghola has something that belongs to scourge maybe he should just send her a fucking e-mail instead of a snarky comment to embarrass her or whatever the fuck he was trying to do.
I see now why scourge is always having stupid ass arguments and all the uberboard shit.
And fuck off scourge, before you decide to add me to the list of those dumbasses you like to argue with constantly. I don't care, so don't expect me to come back and read whatever dumbass comment you leave.
I only enjoy fucking with mccallum and his girlfriend bubba. You bore me.
I guess there's a reason so many people call you out for being a little bitch.
I'm no fan of ghola, either, but she sounds right on here you stupid fuck.
No offense Crystle. I'm sure you're a real sweet person in real life. But you contibute to the shitty ratings system the same as everyone else.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-02-23 12:12:33 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by JulsInsane (user info) at 2008-02-23 01:19:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this.
Was a bit surreal bc I was picturing the little roads.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2008-02-22 21:56:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Actually, this IS why writing on uber is dead.
not the specific people pointed out here, mind you... just this is very very typical of ratings lately
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:19:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115141#2657718
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115131#2657762
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 20:51:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
just for the record, the second line of that review was the important one.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 20:37:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i didn't need/want an explanation.
i just thought it was a ridiculously funny example of how ubersite operates.
i like hadley, don't give a shit about kaos, and don't give a shit about fungah.
my anger level is nil.
now that we've exchanged all those little tidbits, how about you send me those books, if you can, so i can get them back to the people who own them without having to buy them myself AND pay to mail them?
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2008-02-22 19:20:43 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:19:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115141#2657718
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115131#2657762
hahahaha, what a dipshit!
i guess your post, that took SOME sort of effort wasn't nearly as good as a fucking pic and a sappy quote from someone within a hallowed circle jerk. or maybe she's upset at the 'abuse' that kaos gets...remember, ghola, it's BAMF who is picking on him, not hadley. guilt by association is more kaos' gig than yours i thought, but either way it's pretty fucking lame.
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I don't think anyone's been ruder to kaos than I have. Maybe they have though. I don't keep up with it like you do. Don't have the spare time like I used to.
I didn't like this post. I like hadley though.
Fungah cracks me up.
You're an angry little man. Too bad.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2008-02-22 18:03:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ha ha at Rick Renzi +2. Beer time!!
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2008-02-22 17:51:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
needs more nixon.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2008-02-22 17:03:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
AHAHAHA!!! YOU POSTED!!!
now to read!
Submitted by MyTeeOne (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:36:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Seems pretty obvious to me that he gets hit by a car. I'm not sure why people are confused.
Submitted by rob_berg (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:28:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:11:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
nice italics
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:19:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115141#2657718
http://www.ubersite.com/m/115131#2657762
hahahaha, what a dipshit!
i guess your post, that took SOME sort of effort wasn't nearly as good as a fucking pic and a sappy quote from someone within a hallowed circle jerk. or maybe she's upset at the 'abuse' that kaos gets...remember, ghola, it's BAMF who is picking on him, not hadley. guilt by association is more kaos' gig than yours i thought, but either way it's pretty fucking lame.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-02-22 15:02:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
That was stale, old man.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:26:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I see why. I was bored to death reading this...I'm sure you were while writing it.
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:21:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Socialist_Joe (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:14:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:12:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
very good.
the last part isn't obvious as to what happens, though. do you get mugged by some baseball bat wielding thug? hit by a car? it doesn't detract from the story in any way, and maybe you wanted it to be vague, so perhpas it wasn't even worth mentioning.
carry on, little soldier, carry on.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:11:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
nice italics
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:09:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
The ending is entirely unclear, but the writing is decent. I mean, hey, I read it!
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:08:28 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-02-22 14:06:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment