I undid her corset, and let her breast fall free. I had never seen any so big. I could see both of us in the mirror my chin just above her left shoulder. She kept saying about how new this all was. She had decided to leave the convent to get a secular education.
Our clothes lay in a pile on the floor. My camouflage pants and the combat boots, the red suspenders entwined with her plain black garb.
The university had made an obvious mistake. I wasn’t about to say anything. She was the hottest nun I had ever set my eyes on, and she was my roommate. I have no idea what she was thinking as I told her that everything would be ok, and she would make plenty of friends at the university.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Damn that Catholic school. I figured I would have stopped having that damn dream when I graduated. Fucking nun followed me to the university. I couldn’t dream about the plethora of hot girls I had seen that day. Some I even gathered the balls to talk to. No, no, no, Sister Julie is here too. She haunts me.
Other than the freedom from the oppressive parents, today wasn’t much to say anything about. I spent the whole day unpacking. I brought way too much stuff up here. My roommate called and said he was moving in tomorrow. Hell, I hope he only brings what he’s wearing. There’s not room for another person here.
I can’t believe how much I drank. I heard about those parties. Try to get the freshmen girls drunk and willing on their first day up here. It was a total sausage-fest. There were like four girls and a hundred guys. Chances there are not that good for me. So, I left, totally wasted. I must have had like, eight beers. I could hardly stand up, let alone make the walk back to the dorm
That’s ok. I still have Sister Julie. Now where did I put my baby oil?
June 30, 2009
On The Streets
I heard it was the best small town around. The people smiled, and jobs were easy to find. After Chicago, after Miami, I needed something different. I never thought I would fall into anywhere like this place. I haven’t been to other pure college towns, but I have seen small towns, with the decaying storefronts and no pedestrian traffic. There are always people here. I know all the local riff-raff, and even they are nothing compared to the other places I’ve been. The homies and the G’s hanging out on the corner, or in this town, the church and the local dry-cleaners, are a nice bunch.
I’ve only really come across one thing I might say makes this town more than simple. Somewhere along the line, the town had this public works project for mass transportation. I’m not talking about the El, or the subways, but think Disneyland. The town didn’t need trains, not enough people, but they needed this monorail. I’ve been on it a couple of times, and I’m always expecting to arrive at the Magic Kingdom.
There is no Magic Kingdom. All I’ve found here are many more stores, mostly restaurants. It’s like the downtown. I’d say exactly the same. The only difference is at the end of the line; the street you have to cross is busier.
And it is these streets I roam. I liken myself to a lone wolf. No, wait, wolves run in packs. A coyote maybe, they’re solitary. At night, all the college students pack the bars and the holes they call home, drinking in unison. Every night, around here, not even Sunday is sacred.
I’ve only really come across one thing I might say makes this town more than simple. Somewhere along the line, the town had this public works project for mass transportation. I’m not talking about the El, or the subways, but think Disneyland. The town didn’t need trains, not enough people, but they needed this monorail. I’ve been on it a couple of times, and I’m always expecting to arrive at the Magic Kingdom.
There is no Magic Kingdom. All I’ve found here are many more stores, mostly restaurants. It’s like the downtown. I’d say exactly the same. The only difference is at the end of the line; the street you have to cross is busier.
And it is these streets I roam. I liken myself to a lone wolf. No, wait, wolves run in packs. A coyote maybe, they’re solitary. At night, all the college students pack the bars and the holes they call home, drinking in unison. Every night, around here, not even Sunday is sacred.
"Alone"
Alone. The darkness surrounds me. I am left with no other choice. The pills spilled. Doesn’t matter. I took all I could. I hope they do the trick. I’ve had enough of this. Compelling? I’ll give them compelling. I’ll give them fireworks; I’ll give them something to celebrate. Nothing could compare to the pain, the agony I had. No plot? How can I type, slave away at the computer without a purpose? There are so many stories to tell, but no roads to travel down. Where can I find the destination if I must wander in the woods, no light to guide me? This reeks of a crisis, the tortured writer, and no subject. I can’t do that. I might accidentally weave in plot elements. I can’t do that. Not allowed. I want to start over again, but I know I’ll get to the same point, lost in the woods, with nothing to guide me, and I’ll have no better reference than that.
I’m looking for a line, le bon mot. But none find me. Oh, muse, where art thou? Hover over my shoulder; tell me what I must do. The conflict will remain, and I will have nothing of substance, only concluding until I can fill the page with this meaningless drivel. I will have completion, but no finality. Even when I stop the typing, the thinking, I will wonder about my audience. Is this what you want, if not, what do you want. I cannot tell. It’s all so vague at this point. My eyes are becoming blurry, my words, just little bugs upon the screen. The cessation is near, but the finality is never to come, just my wondering, is it enough?
I’m looking for a line, le bon mot. But none find me. Oh, muse, where art thou? Hover over my shoulder; tell me what I must do. The conflict will remain, and I will have nothing of substance, only concluding until I can fill the page with this meaningless drivel. I will have completion, but no finality. Even when I stop the typing, the thinking, I will wonder about my audience. Is this what you want, if not, what do you want. I cannot tell. It’s all so vague at this point. My eyes are becoming blurry, my words, just little bugs upon the screen. The cessation is near, but the finality is never to come, just my wondering, is it enough?
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