Dark-Eyed Fairy (517 hits)
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Submitted by Atheist Embryo (View user info) at 2006-02-04 00:46:04 EST
One beer and four glasses of absinthe later something changed for a small period of time in my life. I could watch the situations surrounding me and feel them as they were.
That guy on my sister's couch was drunk and making an ass out of himself. I really wanted to just rip his eight-balled eyes out every time he said, "You're my boy man, you're my boy."
I think he's the reason they left. He was just so fucking irritating and belligerent. They all didn't leave though, the dark-eyed green fairy stayed with me.
"You know you have to take care of him, he's not always this way." She told me.
I thought about what she had to say, and I knew she was right.
"Fuck, how am I supposed to take care of him?" I thought to myself.
Much to my surprise she'd figured out a solution, or maybe she just had more in the night to show me, I'm still not sure on that one.
"Take him to the bar and wait for his ride to show up, it will be okay then." She sang in my ear.
The bar was busy and his ride was far from being near. I just didn't feel like waiting inside.
I waded outside and watched the rainfall while everyone else was running from it. I just stood there and got wet. I wasn't too worried about my hair or my clothing; it's only a little bit of water after all.
Some guy started talking to me.
"That guy is fucking hammered."
My initial thought process was to run over and help my friend, why the fuck did I listen to that goddamn fairy and bring him here. Funny thing was, it wasn't him. Seconds after he said that I saw a one-armed man standing at the door swaying in a not-so-sober way.
I looked back at the guy who was talking to me and gave him a half-assed response.
"I'm not hammered, actually I feel quite alert and sober." I told him.
"Well, that sucks, you know sometimes you just have to take the situation at hand and take control of it yourself." He said.
I shrugged it off; I didn't even know what the fuck he was talking about to be honest.
"A few Irish Car Bombs and you'll be feeling good."
I turned towards him and stared over his shoulder at the one-armed man now trying to sway his way back into the bar.
Flat on the pavement he flopped like a fish out of water while it was pouring rain.
"I don't give a fuck if you have one arm, I told you to get the fuck out now stay the fuck out! I MEAN IT!" The bouncer screamed.
That one hit a little too hard.
I watched the one-armed man stagger through the parking lot and eventually he fell in a puddle and gave up in the middle of the road.
I couldn't watch him anymore, he was making me sick and the thunder was getting louder. The dark-eyed green fairy appeared.
"Don't help him." She ordered.
"But he is so helpless." I said.
The guy who was speaking to me earlier gave me a weird look, I suppose talking to a fairy and saying a cripple is helpless does create an awkward tension.
"You'll be home soon." She comforted me.
Moments later a girl I once kissed walked past me and asked for a light.
"Fuck." I thought to myself.
I lit her cigarette; she was clueless as to who the fuck I was. I knew her though, I remembered her quite well.
I went back out into the rain and stared at the approaching familiar headlights. One casual wave later my belligerent friend's ride was there, and I was free of my duty.
I went home and stared at the empty bottle of absinthe, the only thing I can think is that dark-eyed green fairy sure knew her shit.
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-05 02:09:07 EST (#)
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Submitted by Jacobt26 (user info) at 2006-02-04 18:32:07 EST (#)
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-02-04 17:44:33 (#)
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reading this sort of makes some other folks' criticism of my writing make sense.
cause not everything that sounds good in your head, sounds good on paper.
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I'll give it a 1 anyway.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-02-04 17:44:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
reading this sort of makes some other folks' criticism of my writing make sense.
cause not everything that sounds good in your head, sounds good on paper.
Submitted by belowground (user info) at 2006-02-04 03:13:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Nicely done, man. When the Lady talks, sometimes you've gotta stop and listen.