Bread For The Body

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This story does contain some slightly religious issues. If you are offended by Christian beliefs, please leave. (Star Gazing however, does not involve Christian issues.) The following story is rated M, as is the other, on this site.

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Prologue.

There's this place, you know, that one behind the hardware store. Relying on my sixth sense, I've always avoided it. It's a place to hang... for those rebellious-looking kids. I don't know if they do drugs. I don't know if they drink alcohol. I don't know if they screw around. Truthfully, I don't know but I'm a person and I have my suspicions. Everybody suspects it and you can thank their image for that.

I nervously ventured around the store. Stupid game of truth and dare.

At first glance, there were a few lifeless people threatening to disappear behind the shadows of the hardware building. They wore shorts, which easily could've been mistaken for trousers, and sat on scrawny skateboards. But what I couldn't see was beer cans and there were no joints in their palms.

I exposed myself further, walking some more so they had full vision of this fool. "Zachary Hanson at your service," I explained, giving an over-exaggerated bow. "And while I'm present, would anybody like an autograph?" Why did I, of all people, have to be dared, such a dreadful dare?

In response one cute chick, who was sitting on the lap of some guy, answered for the whole gang. "Piss off, yer wank."

That was all I needed to hear, because the next second, I was out of there! Besides, I'd already done my dare, time for revenge.

Slice one...

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