We weren't meant for this.... (507 hits)
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Submitted by ? (View user info) at 2008-04-28 15:12:39 EDT
Inspired by this song. Play it while you read to see where I'm coming from. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myCDlel_Ek8
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"It wasn't right"
That thought ran through her head over and over. She knew something was strange today and that the sky had turned grey. It always freaked her out. She always found meanings in arbitrary things. She knew that the time had some and the innocence that was hers was about to be over.
She looked down at the cigarettes she just rolled. She couldn't afford cigarettes in the packages so she had taken to smoking rolled ones. She knew it made her look poor but she couldn't care less about that. She was poor.
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was poor. Education was nowhere in sight for this young lady. She didn't quite like school and she had just dropped out a while ago. She couldn't hack it. They were all out to get her. The teachers, the kids, the bitch principal. Always with the red tape.
"Love Fool"
That's all she thought as her mind raced into her own past. She thought about her first abortion and began to weep for the still born child she had had. She didn't want to be loved. She had given in to the slums of society, she just wanted a fix that's all her mind craved now. All the good was lost in her. She could not be saved, she didn't want to. All the loves of her life were gone.
Alone.
It stuck in her head as she knew she had to meet Mike from the bar in a couple of hours. It didn't matter that she was only 17. He liked them young. A little too young. He had been accused of rape about 4 times and had never quite been caught. She liked the way he ravaged her and treated her like the trash she was. He once told her she was worth less than his CD's they had more worth in the world than her. She didn't cry at this fact but just nodded. She was his whore.
At least she could do that job right. She would troll down the streets in the barrios. She fucked Rich men, old men, poor men, Mexicans, Haitians anything that would take her and pay her fee. If she didn't have the money or sometimes for no reason at all. Mike would beat her. Sometimes for having no money, or else just to let her know who controls who.
He had broken her mind. He had taken her soul and I had chosen to save her. I would do this one good deed in my life. I would save her. I must save her to save my own soul. So I proceeded.
I woke up and went to look for the girl that I had paid to have sex with me last week. It wasn't nice or coy. I looked up to see a ravishing brunette that if given the finer things in life could have been "Miss Teen America" or something of that nature. She was fragile, aloof and broken. She looked up from my "Dick" and gave me such a soft serene look of innocence I thought I would have called her "Bambi". She looked up at me with earnest ease trying to see if I was pleased. She knew her job title. All she was good for was a cum dispenser.
I saw more for her. Even if I wouldn't be with her this pretty fawn still had a shot at life. I had to break the hold her pimp had on her. I decided to treat her kind. At first she doubled back like an animal not understanding kindness from men. She looked at me with suspicious eyes as I batted back her hair and told her it would be ok.
I turned on my radio and played some smooth soul to ease us both in the car. I could be her protector I had a purpose in life. I turned it to William Devaughn's "Diamond in the Back". She looked up at me and saw that I could change her life. I was her ladder back to civilization and also back to a world that she was never a part of. She would be there with the rich kids during her youth and ponder why she was scorned for having nothing.
She saw a life with me. She could be changed. We just sat there in my car and she held me as a daughter would hold a father. She wanted protection and warmth. I knew if I took this girl with me there would be trouble. But what could I do? Nothing? Would you let someone die if you could save them? Is that not the duty of a man? To protect a woman? The thought's rummaged through my head as I let the music beat in my head as I recalled my youth and woman of my past.
It would behoove me to leave this girl right where she is. But the heart that I was born with would not stop me. I had to get her out of here. I had to set her free. She was a dove and she needed to fly. I looked over at her head and kissed it softly as a father kissed a child and told her it would alright. She began to weep again and tell me that some how she knew that no one in this world loved her.
Her mother had left her to wild raven ways. Her father while he was there would beat her and try to take what little bit of innocence she had. She was just a forgotten child. A forgotten child. How many were there nowadays? I couldn't stop but stare at her steel grey eyes and think about how much of a beauty she could have been. How much she still could be.
I looked around and decided to take her that day. I would take her and save her. I didn't know how but I knew her pimp would be back for her. He would be back and I would have to get ready. Is it ok with the lord to kill a man to save a child? I didn't know how I would do this but I had to. Guilt would not let me throw her out into the Detroit night today. I could not. I would not... I would save this child.
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Mike looked down at his watch and wondered where his "whore" was. He saw that she left with the "Square" about an hour and a half ago. He looked around and could feel something wasn't right. When she got back he decided he would beat her just for the sake of being late. This time it would be a bit more vicious than before.
He was a weak man Mike. Most men who beat and dispose of women are. He had never been anything his entire life. In Jr. High he was kicked out of school for talking back to teachers and trying to move drugs. It was a normal life for him. He knew he wouldn't be much because his father wasn't much.
Low income housing, no zest for knowledge and a culture of drugs. He wanted to live the life he saw on the street and in the movies. But he did have a time when he wasn't so cold or even so vicious. This is the one memory in his life that lets him know that he was a boy once. He was a lovely little boy once. He sighs as he takes another drag of his spliff and starts to reminisce.
As he starts to think an old bum comes up to him and asks him for a cigarette. He rebuffs the old man and tells him in a matter of fact way to fuck "off". The old bum looks at him and stands for a second with no fear in his eyes. They just stare at each other and they can both see the hurt in both there eyes.
"We shouldn't have to live like this"
Flashes through their minds at the same time. Something is going on in his mind and the old bum looks at Mike and just points to his face. He lifts his dirty, wrinkled and broken fingers and asks him point blank.
Bum: "What is you're happiest memory? If you were to die today what memory would you take to Jesus and tell him that you would want to see again?"
Mike stopped and looked at the old man as the high came through into his mind from the spliff. The weed had made his memory so vivid and lively that he could feel himself seeing the memory as if it was motion picture in his mind. He could see every fabric of thought of that memory encompass his mind and he could vividly tell it.
He looked at the bum. He looked at him and told him his happiest memory in his entire life. Before pain, decadence, contempt, hate, and anger had engulfed his heart and his soul.
Mike: My best memory if I could take one is the one memory I can remember back when the world was young to me. I was 8 years old and my mother and father were still together. Yes we were poor but my mom saved up and was able to buy me the costume I wanted for Halloween. They both took me trick or treating that night. My mother and father. They weren't doped up or drunk they just wanted to see me in my costume. My mother was so proud that I could actually be like my classmates and not feel like an outcaste because we were poor. My father was working odd jobs but didn't care. I was the apple of his eye when he was sober. He picked me up and kissed me on the cheek. That is my memory.
Then Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and in there was the picture of him in his costume in his dad's arms being kissed. His mother had taken it that night and he had always kept it and cherished it. Even though now it was wrinkled and faded.
He then looked at the bum and handed him a cigarette and they sat and talked. Right there on the corner for a good hour. About what they wanted to do and how somehow life passed them by. They didn't understand how they got old and also how they had gotten so far away from being the "Fireman", or the "Police Man" they wanted to be as children.
I guess in this world young dreams die hard and all you're left with is pain. Mike didn't want to live this life but he had to. He had to pimp to save money so he could one day buy his own Mechanic shop and then it would be ok. Then he could come back to society and live a somewhat decent life. He hoped and he wished this.
He checked his watch and new he had to go find his whore. He would have to beat her but he didn't want to. But she had to learn her lesson. It was a sad life this weak man lead. But it was the only life or chance he was given in this world. If you leave them to the drains of society don't expect them to be angels...
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-04-29 09:51:32 EDT (#)
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Guess who didn't have to read this to know it was cack?
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Great literature!
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Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2008-04-28 23:09:12 EDT (#)
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You've got to be the most shit writer within fifty miles of you.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-04-28 22:15:45 EDT (#)
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reading this was even funneir knowing that oathmeal thinks i'm perkman.
i LOLLED for real, this cheered me up no end.
thnx chris evans
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yechhh
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-04-28 19:50:19 EDT (#)
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I love Bickerstaff's retarded little cousin.
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Submitted by Method (user info) at 2008-04-28 17:01:12 EDT (#)
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BACK TO THE FRONT PAGE WITH YOU, DEMON
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Submitted by GangsterSquid (user info) at 2008-04-28 16:02:51 EDT (#)
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APOLLO88 = PERKMAN
Wake up people.
Submitted by rob_berg (user info) at 2008-04-28 16:01:46 EDT (#)
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I fuckin' love this kid.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-28 16:00:35 EDT (#)
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Dear I fear you're facing a problem
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:56:03 EDT (#)
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I still wish your e-death was real.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:49:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:21:06 EDT (#)
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Thanks bosh. When you don't fart next time read it. It is good.
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Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:20:26 EDT (#)
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i tried reading it but then i farted and burst out in uncontrollable laughter
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Quite possibly the best exchange in uberhistory. Other than that, this was crap. Pre-meditated, carefully weighed and considered crap. Whoever did this was probably high.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:43:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by jojo747 (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:37:22 EDT (#)
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Yawn
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DudeThatsPERK
Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:21:06 EDT (#)
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Thanks bosh. When you don't fart next time read it. It is good.
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2008-04-28 15:20:26 EDT (#)
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i tried reading it but then i farted and burst out in uncontrollable laughter