He watched the kid smacking the hammer over and over on the nail. It might be a fucking toy but there was something wrong about never being able to feel that nail slamming down into wood. That seemed reason enough to get out a real hammer, board and some nails.
What the hell, it wasn't like it was going to cost him 45.40, like that the damn 'Little Builders' charge that he had come across on his VISA Card Statement. He'd just went out to the garage to an old rabbit hutch that had been waiting to be torn down for 4 years and some odd months, tore a board off with AS FEW RUSTY NAILS AS POSSIBLE (he would later tell everyone that he had to legally or otherwise describe the night to), searched around in a few kitchen drawers for the hammer and box of nails, and gave them to the kid.
Everything was fine at first. Then he realized, abruptly, why giving a real hammer and nails to a two year old could cause problems. The first indications of trouble, as was so often the case with the boy, were the blood curdling screams. In what he would later swear was no less than three seconds, the boy managed to get a nail stuck into his thigh (the child welfare workers would not believe him as to the timing, and the etiquette of the situation had required that he not add, as he did with his hipper friends when he told the story, 'maybe it was just the weed.'). Not in very deep, but even as he was screaming, the kid was getting ready to hit the nail again, as if that was the right punishment for it hurting his leg.
He was going to stop this, too... but he couldn't help but pause and wonder if that kid really was stupid enough to do it? Just long enough for the kid to prove that indeed he was quite stupid enough.
He had seen the cowboys poor whisky on a wound enough times to resent the cops bitching about the kid smelling like Jack Daniels. And yes, he did make the kid sip it to help stop the pain, but that was about the only chance he had of getting some quite while he waited for his wife to get home and bitch at him over the blood.
Looking at him all covered in red, he couldn't help, as he always did when the kid somehow managed to injure himself under his watchful eye, but fantasize again about having had the kid aborted. He kept tellinghis wife he was meaning to drag his her out behind the pick up, or at least punch her a few times in the gut... but he put off the abortion until it was too late, so he just kind of let it go. Next thing he knew, she was gone for a few days and came back with this screaming thing.
Oh, it was cute sometimes.... at least he could sell pictures of the thing to internet nerds (he had no idea they were pedophiles, and indeed would be three weeks into his court case before he realized what the word meant... the way he jumped up from his chair after the judge explained the word and mercilessly beat the other defendants went a long way with the jury, got him off.... though he had just seen something on Law and Order about earning prison cred by beating pedophiles and was bored with all the fucking talking heads on what he had begun to believe was the Court TV channel, drunk as he always was and nodding off and waking--so much so that his occasional outburst of 'change the channel,' got him ejected from the proceedings for three days; he would later admit none of this, and indeed, would still not quite understand that he had not been charged with riding a bike on the sidewalk, as he had before the word 'pedophile' was explained in court).
So there he was now... sitting in the park, where he was probably going to have to sleep...
The wife came home and he caught her at the door, before she could see the kid, hugged her close, kissed her neck and told her, "Tonight, we are going to not have any fights... just you and me, in love, having a nice night... I owe you that."
It worked until she saw the kid. As she started asking him if he had always been a moron, he tried to no avail to remind her of the vow he had elicited like 3 seconds before she started screaming.
Then she thinks he needs a doctor....
He tried to tell her that he poured whiskey on the kid so that took care of any need for a tetenous shot, and that he too was worried about the bleeding, which is why he had put the kid in a trash bag, to save what he could of the carpet and furniture. He had even told her, "If he needs a damn infusion, he can have my blood. I'll do it, even if I have to smoke some fucking crack to deal with the pain. For the children." She didn't believe him and he was about to go out and score some crack and show her, when she started dialing 911. The cops of course showed up immediately.
Like they had told his wife on various occasions, "Give us an excuse to beat this guys ass, and we will be in here in seconds."
What a life he told himself, what a life. If he was to blame for anything, it was being too right about everything.
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING
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I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.
The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.
tao
tao
Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...
The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to
be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.
NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .
The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE
EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY
PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...
understanding that violence is sometimes needed
does not mean I like anything about the sound
of fists hitting faces
Boxing is too much for me
make me feel like I am watching
dog fights with toothless pitbulls
"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.
My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into
revolutionary wars
the CIA
predicts
will break out in the next twenty years all over the
world, including here...
But Ill tell ya,
if there is not some redistribution of
wealth here there and everywhere
WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR
THE HORROR
OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES
My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful
so we can win
without bloodshed
Total War for Total Peace
Never incites violence
or destroys property
you should be able
to go to protests with strollers and babies
parents feeling as safe as the police
Now, poetry...
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS
be aware
be very aware
total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE
THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns
You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature
mankind
we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???
nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.
There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.
They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
the promise
You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
da general
Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.
Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....
HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...
I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.
TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.
Thank you.
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you hit the nail on the head.. lol
ReplyDeleteThis story is the prototype for my new character, the drunken father... for the radio show. he will constantly be doing terrific amounts of drugging and drinking -- a buddy of moonbongs, who will talk about all the accidents he had with kids with his other wives and shit... totally obvlivious that he is ever at fault. Not that my dad was always like that...
ReplyDeleteI just had the thought that he should take in orphans for money from the state, and keep getting stoned and letting them drown in bathtubs ... an on running joke on the mindset of anti-mary jane folk.
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