My Dead Wife pt V (I think)


"Feelin' like it's time to act...Time to move...."
- Spock


I guess I was kind of dizzy that morning at the Roll R Cade...pretty "out there"...I had just been promoted to five twenty-seven an hour, when the boy walked by. I grabbed him close:

"How fast can YOU skate, friend?" I asked the child.

The child's face was smooth and dull, eyes vacant, his head bloody and bruised. He looked up at me blankly and tried to speak. He had difficulty doing this because of the tube coming out of his throat.

"ggllurmphh" he gurgled.

I cried, not for mankind and the whole crazy circus, but for the power of love.

"Well personally, I've been known to reach speed's of 28 eM Pee H" I chuckled.

Suddenly another child approached our 'throng' and tugged on my leg warmer to get my attention.

"The kid's sick" he whispered.

"NO!!! You're FUCKED, MAN!!!" I responded.

"No, really...he's artistic..that's why, y'know...he was smashing his head against the Ms. Pac Man and screaming...he has to shit in a bag and he doesn't know how to..."

I spun around and grabbed "silly boy", who gurgled with glee. We began to skate off...

"Hey mister, where you going with him?"

"I'm gonna teach him how to fuck."

When we got to the other end of the rink, I realized what his problem was.

I took the tube out of the breathing apparatus on his back and stuck it in the shit sack. A green liquid shot up the air tube directly into his throat. The shit, now filtered through his lungs, seeped out of his nose along with quite a healthy amount of blood. Now he was really crying...oh brother.

"It's all in the wrist..." I sighed.

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