Dqvid - Oct 17th 2009 @ 07:36 pmand the sad thing is… they never could.
for short was arrested a week later for trying to smell seth’s hair at a starbucks.
“Thanks for bailing me out Dqvid”
“No problem for short. So when’s my shirt coming?”
“I know, I know, you didn’t get it yet. I’m really sorry, everyone has one except for you. I think it’s cuz you live on the other side of the planet. I’m trying man, I really am. With this restraining order on me, maybe I’ll have more time”
“Why did you smell his hair? That’s creepy”
“I don’t know, I was just going to say Hi, but his hair looked so perfect and I just wanted to smell what product got it that way”
“That’s weird Dude”
“Yeah. Well, thanks again man, have a nice flight back”
“Later”
“Later Kiwi”
for short was glad Dqvid came to help him. County jail was full of Peeds and Thugs. Someone told him he was going to get his salad tossed. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he didn’t like the sound of it.
The walk back to his Crib was lonely. Along the way he was taunted by pretty much everyone with a January join date. It hurt so bad he didn’t know what to do. Then in a window he saw his salvation. It was so beautiful. It was calling him. for short ran into the store.
“How much for that beauty in the window?”
“It’s not for sale” grumbled the store owner
“Why is it in the window?”
“It’s not for sale, it’s for you”
“What?”
The store’s owner turned on his heel and walked in the back room. for short waited, and waited.
“Hello, sir?”
Nobody answered. for short walked into the back room. Empty. No store owner, no nothing. for short didn’t understand. He walked out into the store and went to the window. for short looked around and decided he would just take it. The guy said it was for him, but he still felt weird. He put it under his coat and hurried outside.
As he ran home people randomly hurled insults at him.
“Really Dude? 900+ posts. You’re an asshole”
for short decided it was time for a power jam. It hurts so good seemed right for the moment. Power jam inserted, for short made it home safely.
He had been in jail all night and was pretty hungry. He opened his fridge to find one lonely grape. That’s all he had and all he was. One Lonely Grape. Fuck, good band name.
Dejected and hungry, he sat down on the floor with his new friend. On the table he saw a marker. He began to write. With each stoke he felt reborn. When he finished scrawling he took his new friend to the mirror. He placed the cowboy hat on his head.
He was a new man with a new plan. He would show them. They thought he sucked before.
“Wait until they meet the new me!” for short cackled insanely