CUT OFFS


The first time I ever watched a porno was at my friend Lindenberg's house.  His parents were on vacation so he threw a sausage party.  We all sat in his living room downstairs, drinking  and watching the porno.  I don't remember what it was called but it was a good one.  I went off in my pants without even touching it.  When I got up to leave the room, Lindenberg asked where I was going.  To take a piss I said.  I was paranoid that they smelled it.  Yeah right, they all said, stay away from my sheets, Lindenberg said.  As I sat on the toilet, wiping it off and trying to piss the rest out, I thought about Lindenberg's sister and how she sat her beautiful naked ass on this toilet every day.  I was in the bathroom for a while.  When I finally got out, I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and headed back downstairs.  On the bi-level platform I could see headlights shining outside in the cold dark.  It was Kautz warming up his car, he had to leave early.  I continued downstairs.  What the hell took you so long? they asked.  I had a sneezing fit, I said and sat down, still paranoid they might smell it, especially after I had opened things up.

These stories are like that ejaculation if I was with a woman and that woman was you, the reader.  Just a burst of inspiration ending before it barely begins, leaving you unsatisfied.  Maybe I will find more inspiration in thirty minutes to satisfy you with.  But most likely not and I will roll over and go to sleep without apology.

So if you read my other work and have a craving for more, indulge yourself here.  Most likely this page is just another unvisited bit of hard drive out there in the internet wasteland.     

Name Searching                                                          late 98         5 pages

    This was written sometime towards the end of 98 after I graduated from college and began floundering.  Reading it again now I find some of the prose stinking of what one usually finds in a college fiction course and other parts working.  It's about a man that is completely unaware of his problems and the story brings out the question "Are these really problems if the person is unaware that they are problems."  Actually I just thought of that just now.  I had an ending for this but will most likely never write it.       

What it's Like at the Bottom                                 early 99       5 pages 

You will enjoy this more than Name Searching.  Written early 99 if I had to guess.  Wonderfully disturbing and that's all I will say.  I may just have to slide into a good buzz and complete it sometime.  

Slaughtering for Roopie                                        August 99     3 pages

This I very well could resume soon.  There is a hot farmer's daughter in it.  Worth a read.     

Ray                                                                         Sept. 99        2 pages

Do I know anything about women?

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