So I was wondering if anyone one was still out there listening to anything I had to say?
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Chaper 1
There he stood. Looking off into the trees. Waiting , watching.
He had thought he had heard a noice, not just any, but it had sounded like a person had just ducked behind a tree.
And there he stood. Staring. Not really sure what he should do next. Should he move sharply. Scaring whatever, whoever into coming out and reveling themselves. Or should he run at the source of the noice and see what happened.
Maybe it wasn't even a person. Or a thing. Maybe it was all in his head and he was in fact just scaring himself. But he knew that wasn't the truth. In his heart there lived no fear.
It had to have been some branch falling from the trees. He liked that idea. So he went back to work.
He was in the middle of some trees off the road on some forgotten pack of land now owned by the state. He was safe here and he knew it. He had spent many night along side this road, his car pulled off in the trees alittle so noone could see but where he could still watch the passings of the cars. He knew this land well. He had played here as a child. Living out in the country the only child around for miles he had often spent hours just walking in these trees.
And it was on one of these trips that he had found it. A vary old but vary forgotten house. Set back over a mile from the road the house had been with out a living soul inside for quit some time. The driveway was so over-grown that it just wasn't there anymore.
He had stood outside for along time before going in that first time. 8 years old he was sweating for the first time that he could remember when he pulled the door open and stepped in. And that was when he meant his best friend. The dead guy in the chair.
At first he didn't more for hours, but when the sun set and the darkness begain to sprend he ran like hell. All the way home. He never told anybody about it, he didn't want to get into trouble. His dad was a mean man, with a quick hand that often sent him into a wall when he had been drinking. So he keeped his mouth shut about the dead guy.
But he went back. And sence he had no one to talk too, he started talking to the dead guy.
It was this dead guy that he was now thinking of as he looked into the trees. His work now done he stood there, thinking.
He had named the dead guy "Ol'd man". Even know he know his real name. He had picked through the old man's things after he had went back to the house so he knew everything about him. But how he died. And with the old man just sitting there in that chair with a empty bottle on the floor next to him, he had no real idea how he died.
But he didn't care because he was his friend. His best friend, his only friend.
And it was the ol'd man his thoughts where on when he smiled. Yes, the ol'd man would be happy. He would be pleased indeed.
He looked down at the grave he had just finished.
A women layed at the bottom of that grave.
One for the ol'd man. He picked up his tools and headed back for the car. It was time to go find another one for the ol'd man. So he could set there in his chair and watch him kill her.
He knew the old man like that.
He had thought he had heard a noice, not just any, but it had sounded like a person had just ducked behind a tree.
And there he stood. Staring. Not really sure what he should do next. Should he move sharply. Scaring whatever, whoever into coming out and reveling themselves. Or should he run at the source of the noice and see what happened.
Maybe it wasn't even a person. Or a thing. Maybe it was all in his head and he was in fact just scaring himself. But he knew that wasn't the truth. In his heart there lived no fear.
It had to have been some branch falling from the trees. He liked that idea. So he went back to work.
He was in the middle of some trees off the road on some forgotten pack of land now owned by the state. He was safe here and he knew it. He had spent many night along side this road, his car pulled off in the trees alittle so noone could see but where he could still watch the passings of the cars. He knew this land well. He had played here as a child. Living out in the country the only child around for miles he had often spent hours just walking in these trees.
And it was on one of these trips that he had found it. A vary old but vary forgotten house. Set back over a mile from the road the house had been with out a living soul inside for quit some time. The driveway was so over-grown that it just wasn't there anymore.
He had stood outside for along time before going in that first time. 8 years old he was sweating for the first time that he could remember when he pulled the door open and stepped in. And that was when he meant his best friend. The dead guy in the chair.
At first he didn't more for hours, but when the sun set and the darkness begain to sprend he ran like hell. All the way home. He never told anybody about it, he didn't want to get into trouble. His dad was a mean man, with a quick hand that often sent him into a wall when he had been drinking. So he keeped his mouth shut about the dead guy.
But he went back. And sence he had no one to talk too, he started talking to the dead guy.
It was this dead guy that he was now thinking of as he looked into the trees. His work now done he stood there, thinking.
He had named the dead guy "Ol'd man". Even know he know his real name. He had picked through the old man's things after he had went back to the house so he knew everything about him. But how he died. And with the old man just sitting there in that chair with a empty bottle on the floor next to him, he had no real idea how he died.
But he didn't care because he was his friend. His best friend, his only friend.
And it was the ol'd man his thoughts where on when he smiled. Yes, the ol'd man would be happy. He would be pleased indeed.
He looked down at the grave he had just finished.
A women layed at the bottom of that grave.
One for the ol'd man. He picked up his tools and headed back for the car. It was time to go find another one for the ol'd man. So he could set there in his chair and watch him kill her.
He knew the old man like that.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The real world....
"I have decieded that it is best for us to just be friends."
Who the hell says that to someone right after sex? What the hell kind of person would even come up with a line that hurtful and then deliever it right after that?
Well, I did.
But it was in a dream. I have been having the up most weirdest dreams lately. And now I'm going to share them with you.
Thats right! If you are a reader of this blog then I am sorry. I feel I need to share the dreams in the hope that I can understand them.
Who the hell says that to someone right after sex? What the hell kind of person would even come up with a line that hurtful and then deliever it right after that?
Well, I did.
But it was in a dream. I have been having the up most weirdest dreams lately. And now I'm going to share them with you.
Thats right! If you are a reader of this blog then I am sorry. I feel I need to share the dreams in the hope that I can understand them.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Good Bye Cruel World....
I needed to clean myself up. So lately I have been doing alot of soul searching. One thing I noticed is my myspaces. Fun as they where, I have outgrown the whole thing.
Don't get me wrong! I love myspace, I meant the whole whips and chains thing.
So now here I am. A new man. changed from the inside out. And no women did it for me, ( like some of my guy friends now married ).
There will still be the pocker night, I'm all about my texas hold'm.
And there will be a new myspace.
Don't get me wrong! I love myspace, I meant the whole whips and chains thing.
So now here I am. A new man. changed from the inside out. And no women did it for me, ( like some of my guy friends now married ).
There will still be the pocker night, I'm all about my texas hold'm.
And there will be a new myspace.
Friday, November 23, 2007
The Morning After......
Well, how was your Thanksgiving? Was it all you thought it was going to be? Or did the bottom drop out when your aunt ( who was on her ninth mixxed drink ) desided to show all the boys her new implants.
Me? O' I don't think so.... I learned my leason along time ago.
Family who only see each other once a year should not see each other at all. If that long lost family person hasn't called since last year that should mean you don't have to call them right? It's not like your on talking terms to begain with. There should be a six month buffer. If one of you haven't got off your ass and at lest made an effert to make some contact then it should be understold that the relationship is over.
So that brings me down to this year. I desided to mix it up. Play it safe. And injoy myself this year:
4 am: awake, up for work
6 am: at work
1 pm: off work, now home
( ok people let me explain somethink here. One of my friends stops by just as I'm pulling in the yard and invites me to their dinner. Where does he get the nerve right? " you shoulded be by yourself on thanksgiving" he says. And thats when I kindly explained to him that I wasn't alone if he is here. So we go into the hangout room ( garage ) and we have a mixxed drink.)
1:01 pm: DRINKING
( so back to my friend here. Well he has got to go so he leaves. Something about his family. And no sooner then he leaves I hear another god damn car ( minivan ) pull up. And you guessed it, it's another friend. She wants to know if I would like to go to her families house. Everyone there just loves me. ( she really needs a boyfriend ) And do what? NO NO NO. This is aday where your soppose to be happy right?)
1:45 pm: despite some really good effert, still at home and now alone
1:46 pm: let the power shots begain!!!!!!
2 pm: lit like the lamp
4 pm?: I stumble into house and nuke the pre-made meal from the day before. ( you can't say I didn't know this was coming) Chicken, mac-n-chez, mixxed veg's, and a pecan pie.
4:30 pm: sleeping
8 pm: I woke up and saw this movie on NBC called the Incedibles. It was ok.
11:30 pm: after the news I went back to sleep.
So I had areally good thanksgiving.
Can't wait for christmas......
Me? O' I don't think so.... I learned my leason along time ago.
Family who only see each other once a year should not see each other at all. If that long lost family person hasn't called since last year that should mean you don't have to call them right? It's not like your on talking terms to begain with. There should be a six month buffer. If one of you haven't got off your ass and at lest made an effert to make some contact then it should be understold that the relationship is over.
So that brings me down to this year. I desided to mix it up. Play it safe. And injoy myself this year:
4 am: awake, up for work
6 am: at work
1 pm: off work, now home
( ok people let me explain somethink here. One of my friends stops by just as I'm pulling in the yard and invites me to their dinner. Where does he get the nerve right? " you shoulded be by yourself on thanksgiving" he says. And thats when I kindly explained to him that I wasn't alone if he is here. So we go into the hangout room ( garage ) and we have a mixxed drink.)
1:01 pm: DRINKING
( so back to my friend here. Well he has got to go so he leaves. Something about his family. And no sooner then he leaves I hear another god damn car ( minivan ) pull up. And you guessed it, it's another friend. She wants to know if I would like to go to her families house. Everyone there just loves me. ( she really needs a boyfriend ) And do what? NO NO NO. This is aday where your soppose to be happy right?)
1:45 pm: despite some really good effert, still at home and now alone
1:46 pm: let the power shots begain!!!!!!
2 pm: lit like the lamp
4 pm?: I stumble into house and nuke the pre-made meal from the day before. ( you can't say I didn't know this was coming) Chicken, mac-n-chez, mixxed veg's, and a pecan pie.
4:30 pm: sleeping
8 pm: I woke up and saw this movie on NBC called the Incedibles. It was ok.
11:30 pm: after the news I went back to sleep.
So I had areally good thanksgiving.
Can't wait for christmas......
Saturday, November 17, 2007
She gets what she's got coming....
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