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| bill gainer |  | 1. The First Days of Retirement She called, wanted to know what I was doing. I told her, "Laying in bed trying to levitate, been working on it for hours, was getting close, now I gotta start all over again..." 2. An Old Man at the Beach The back of her bikini looked like a little red smile covering her butt. I smiled back. It was a private moment – no one noticed... 3. A Simulated Demonstration She sat at a front row table, the reader opened by yelling a cock-cunt-fuck poem, continued to tell the audience how good he was and that he could out write all of them while sitting naked jacking-off at the computer. He stood at the edge of the stage, did a simulated demonstration. She admitted being nervous, said she felt trapped, was very uncomfortable, asked for advice. All I could come up with was, "If you should ever go to his house be careful where you sit and don't touch anything – especially the computer." 4. A Heartbeat Away The immediacy of loss is closer than the cynics would have us believe. It’s as close as, “Why can’t she just – love me?” No conspiracies, no plots, plans or deceptions – none of that, it’s just a heartbeat away from – “...just – love me.” and sounds a lot like, “Why can't she...” 5. Purchasing the Proper Knife Not one of those fancy handled, shinny curved oddball made in Mexico or China things. This needs to be a work horse, something you can slice and dice with – cut and slash... sturdy. Something that when the savage takes hold will do the job, fits nicely in the pocket, holds an edge, opens quickly with one hand, is easily wiped clean, and that DNA doesn’t necessarily stick to. Something that when dropped in a crowd is promptly stolen. | |
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