Whisky

I walk into a bar and order a drink.

"Glass of whisky."

"You're a writer, aren't you?"

I look to my left. Blonde broad. I like brunettes. Looks thin, but you can tell she's flabby under all those clothes. Skinny-fat girl. Nice eyes. Decent tits. I'm fucking her tonight.

"No." I am.

"Well you sure look as broken as one. All dirty and shit. Sad eyes. You've got those sad, sad eyes."

"And you've got a fat ass."

"Fuck you. Why do you keep looking into that empty glass?"

"I'm waiting to see if there is an answer to my life at the bottom of it."

"How many glasses have you checked?"

"Three." The bartender hands me the new glass. Four.

She sits and watches me. It starts to make me uncomfortable. I wonder if I should fuck her now so I can get rid of her early.

No.

I'd rather be too drunk to realize how lonely fucking her makes me feel.

"What are you staring at whore?"

"Fuck you. You think you're all smart and shit. I know you write. All writers feel bad for themselves and don't do shit about it. I'm just trying to figure out your story."

"There isn't a story. I don't write."

"Bull shit. What's on that napkin? Looks like some fancy words to me."

Didn't know 'distinguished' and 'appealing' counted as fancy words. My temper starts rising. One thing I hate more than a dumb person is a dumb whore.

"Cunt."

"Prick."

"Want to fuck?" She's talking too much.

"Fuck you? Fuck you."

I pinch her ass and she slaps me. Bitch. I look around. No other broads in the bar. Damn. Going to have to do a little work. Maybe I'll just wack off. Let's see how far the whore pushes me.

"I'm Charles."

"Like that prince?"

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Can't deal with girls this dumb. I finish my last sip of Johnnie and pay the tab. I walk away without looking at her. Don't want to spit in her face and have one of these piss stinking old men try to be a hero.

"Hey! Where you going?!"

I ignore her. Keep walking Charles. You can ball up your hand, put a little lotion on it, and make a vagina a hell of a lot cleaner than this bitches. Bet she doesn't douche.

"Wait up! I want to come with you."

...Hesitate...

Dammit.

Got to stop thinking with that other head of mine.

"Yeah baby? I bet you want to come."

"Yeah, I do."

"Oh yeah? All right. I can do that. I'll let you come."

"Yeah, yeah. I want to."

"Better yet, I'm going to make you come."

This shit is too easy. Let anything with a pussy go, and it'll come back. Those things are kind of shaped like boomerangs.

She comes back. I'm not drunk enough. Glass number five. Six. Seven. She's getting more attractive. I can almost convince myself that I want to do this now.

She's squirming. I can smell her getting wet from here. I'm going to put my naked dick inside of some foreign moist cave. The sickening stench is like a bad trip. I'm overdosing on the fumes. I know I shouldn't, but I'm going to. This is how I feel less lonely. For a moment. Then when I see this stranger in my arms, I feel worse than ever. Stomach churning. Nausea. Fucking wretching, writhing in pain.

I throw her down onto my sheetless bed.

...Sheetless pull out couch. I don't actually have a bed.

I'm an angry fuck. I can't hit a woman in public, but in bed it's acceptable. They enjoy it. At least the whores do. Not the nice girls who want to be the one's who change me. I tear them apart. But hey, shouldn't have tried to change me.

So I tear the skin off of her back with my pathetic excuse for finger nails.

That was for the dumb girl who asked what "a nigma" was.

And I pull strings, ropes, curtains of blonde hair out of her head.

And this is for the bitch who told me my writing was "icky."

I pinch her thighs until the white starts to purple.

And that's for the Prince Charles comment. Dumb cunt.

I'm losing control

Then I see her face and control is lost.

My dick becomes this dagger. My balls, it's marble handle. I'm cutting into her. I'm not going crazy. I know exactly what I'm doing. And it feels good. So fucking good. I'm orgasming, and I can't stop. The come just keeps coming. Her blood is everywhere. Her insides are dripping out. I've never had sex this good in my life.

She's crying.

I'm laughing.

She's screaming.

I'm screeching.

She's clawing.

I'm gnawing.

She's dying.

She's dying.

I'm smiling.

Joy to the fucking world the bitch is dead.

Now out with my head.

I release.

I look down at my masterpiece. A true work of art. Puts Picasso to shame.

I'm not going mad. I'm not being mad. I'm not acting mad.

But I'm so damn mad.

Yet I've never felt so perfectly sane in my entire life.