DAY 5
As I stood in the shower and washed the soap suds around my chest, I began to think about how amazing Lost was last week. The adventures of Locke, Sawyer and Hurley went through my mind as did Ben with his wacky shenanigans. Then I recalled tough girl Kate
oh Kate, you dirty vixen. And thats when I noticed Little Jimmy standing there staring at me. Right then I knew what he was thinking.
Daddy, why do you neglect me so he questioned, trying to stand tall and proud, begging for my attention. I flicked some soap at him hoping he would go away, but he still stood. I was starting to get sad for the little guy as he hasnt received his beatings since that fateful day. Jimmy had grown fond of those times. Me, him, and the palm of my hand. I would beat him furiously and he would cry until he could shed tears no more.
I looked down at him and petted his head. There there, I said Daddys aspiring to be a domain master, so I need to stop caring for you for a while. Saddened, Little Jimmys head went limp. His big, round eye looked as if it was going to tear up. It doesnt and he sank away.
These were difficult times for Jimmy and me, but its moments like these when one must sit back and think about life. Beating the little guy has brought me great pleasure in my life, but whats out there
beyond the moon and the stars? Is Jesus, Buddha, and Cthulu really out there, cruisin around in their spaceship in search for some hot alien tail? Maybe theyre on the same ship as I, trying to reframe from beating their loved one. These are the great mysteries one must ponder.
I jumped out of the shower and dried myself off. The towel felt unnaturally soft today. I slipped on an ashy grey shirt then a pair blue jean pants and put Little Jimmy back into his dank, dark hole. Cereal was the breakfast for the day. I kicked back with a bowl of Basic 4 and played some Ys. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and old lady Irene was looking for her cat again. It was a day of splendor.
And thats when the voices came
(to be continued...)