by James Douglas Doorsman

Created on: March 15, 2010   Last Updated: June 05, 2011

Sammy was sitting on the wall in front of the local fire hall like he had done a thousand times before to brood. On this particularly brisk, late October day just before sunset, this day would be much different from all the others in his God forsaken life but at this moment he had no idea why.  Sammy had become a miserable cuss of a man full of melancholy and morose thoughts.  Why should today be any different as lately they all seemed to be the same? This wretchedness he lived had come to be commonplace and he just accepted that it would never change.

An older model car rumbles up and stops in front of him, the window slowly descends to produce the face of a pretty young curly red-headed woman he knew named Patty.  “What are you doing tonight?, she queeried. "We are going to a party in the city”,and leaned slightly to the side so that he could catch a glimpse of their mutual friend David, who was driving the "welcome wagon".  “A friend of mine is having a party and suggested I invite a few friends, so I’m taking both you and David so lets go party heartily!"

“I’m not that much into going to a party right now.  I'm having too many problems with that bitch of a wife of mine; again!", he returned. "I never should have married her, all she does is moan and bitch, bitch and moan and bitchsome more and I'm always freaking miserable and angry”.  He was rambling now as he scowled at the thought.. “I’m planning on just sitting here like I always do, with a God dammed scowl on my face counting cars basking in my own misery and talk to myself  about all the stupid shit gone wrong in my life rather than subject everyone at your blasted party to my crabby ass”.  Patty proceeded to explain to his disinterest as to how there was going to be plenty of horny single women at the party who would not care that he was married and would happily console him.  His reply was one of dismay and disgust. Sam related to her again how he had no intention of having a good time and turned to walk away. "I've got enough problems with that walking clitoris from hell, I certainly don't need another one I can't handle, now do I?"

 “Oh, Saaammy, look over here at what Patty's got for you,” She sang sweetly. Sam turned to see her taunting him gently shaking a small baggie of what looked like cocaine. 

• 1
• 2
• 3
• 4
• Next Page >>