Have you ever noticed that when you sit on a park bench for a long time, your ass goes numb? Maybe that’s the real reason why I refuse to sit down. I’ve been in this God damned park for over two hours and I haven’t done anything but walk around in circles. There’s a lake that sits in the middle of the large park where you can sit and feed the ducks. Giving up in my quest of nothingness, I search through a nearby garbage can and pull out half eaten burgers, hot dogs and the like. Taking a seat on the sand, the ducks automatically start coming towards me as I throw in the bread.nextAfter a few minutes, something soft nudges my hand that is hovering over the rotten meat. Craning my neck, I see that it seems to be a stray dog. Aww, look at the ugly, dirty thing. I throw the meat away from me as it chases it and continue to feeding the ducks. I sit there at least an hour after the bread is long gone thinking about nothing. A bright light fills the sky for a split second followed by a loud crack. Soon the rain starts pouring down on me. Fuckin-eh.
Even though the rain ends up soaking my clothing, I never move. The ducks have all paddled away from me, seeking shelter under a tree. I watch the heavy droplets hit the water with a small splash until everything blurs together. My eyes hurt.
After a few more minutes of sitting in the damned rain, I listen to the cries of my stomach and decided to grab a bite to eat. Knowing full well I left my wallet at home, I walk over to the friendly garbage can and start rummaging around once more. Moldy slice of pizza, half a bag of chips, and an almost can of Pepsi. I laugh and think of Britney and her annoying commercial. I must admit, her ass looked pretty damn hot in those pants near the end. As much as I hate her, she’s still beautiful. A free poster of her I got at a local 7-11 sits high and mighty on the dirty walls of my house. It’s the only picture I have in the place, and it’s framed.
Now before you go and start saying I have a crush on the whore, just know I love Gennie and only Gennie. Gennie. I must call her, but I don’t want to. Getting back to Miss Spears, the poster only serves one purpose and it serves it well. If you haven’t figured it out yet, shame on you. Think for a minute. She’s half naked, mouth is ajar with her tongue pushed against the back of her front teeth and if you squint, it looks like she’s holding a large black dick. Understand what she’s used for now? If not, you are one fucked up loser.
I’m still bent over the trash can with the pizza stuffed in my mouth. Chewing slowly so that I don’t end up with a stomach ache later as well as a headache. A syringe stabs me in the hand but I’m too busy searching I don’t bother to pull it out. I find a few old pieces of fried chicken which I place in my pocket. I’m still working on that pizza.
My hair is plastered to my forehead. My white shirt clings to my body as well jeans. I’m rather uncomfortable right about now but I really don’t give a shit. A bum passes by asking for money but I give him the flat Pepsi and chicken instead. He asks what time it is, grinning at me like I’m a fucking prostitute and hoping he could get a free fuck. He wreaks of piss. I look at my Rolex and note that it’s four in the morning. I lean in and kiss his cheek, he touches my crotch. I don’t try to move away. Instead, I let him unzip my pants and sneak his hand through. While he’s jerking me off I watch a few young runaways play with the dog from earlier. I cum in his hand, he licks it off. I sneer at him and punch him in the face just because he smells.
I sigh to myself as I finish off the bag of stale chips and head home. On my way back, I hear a small bark. I stop and glance down. The dog’s tail wags and he stands to beg. Bending down and petting the greasy head of the mutt, I fed him my last piece of chicken. I stand over him, watching him devour the rotten meat. A laugh escapes my lips. A sudden urge to play soccer runs through my demented thoughts, only I don’t have a ball. The dog started chewing on the bones. His tail wags with happiness. I wonder…
A loud yelp comes from the animal as my foot cracks a few of his ribs and goes flying into the air. He lands at least twenty feet away from me and doesn’t move. Damn, I knew eating greasy fried chicken could kill you but I didn’t know it would happen that fast. After realizing it wasn’t moving, I watch it for another five minutes before finally heading home. My other home.