((This is the story of four 21-25 year old males living on there own in the big city. There will be extremely crude language, sexual situations and themes, racist remarks, drug and alcohol use, objectification of the male and female gender, sexism, stupidity, offensive descriptions, appearance profiling and general Tom foolery. If any of this would offend you please move on and don't start an issue over someone elses work but to anyone else enjoy! If you continue reading after seeing this then you honestly can't complain and expect anything from me.))
July 3, 1999
The road was dusty that ran horizontal to the refurbished double wide. Gravel driveway that kicked stone each time it was used sat in the Georgia sun simmering the grey and black marble like surface of stones. Low cut grass permeated that freshly cut scent that filled the nostrils and made the eyes come to a slightly glassed over appearance. The center piece of the long and wide yard running down in a steep hill toward the road was an old green wind mill with yellow propeller blades slowly turning in the breeze.
Dotting the white siding of the double wide were four windows with drapes the same color as the petals of a lily hidden behind the translucent glass barely reflecting a glare from the summer sun. The reflection of two children playing was cast back against the harsh white light it did manage to transfer.
Behind the window was a weary old man tipping a white coffee mug up and sipping from it as his sunken blue eyes looked to the two children outside. "Mmm...." He grunted causing the thick worn flesh of his neck to shudder softly, "He just needed a bike he said. Marcus wouldn't play with him anymore if he didn't have one...." He crossed an arm over a bloated stomach covered by plaid button up shirt and white T shirt stained here and there by different food remains.
The hiss of a running sink and rattling dishes filled the decorative white plastic tiled floored room lit just right by the sun filtering through the pulled curtains of the kitchen window. Withered and wrinkled hands spotted by dark patches of skin against dark yellowed skin worked a rag over the spoon in the old woman's hand. "And he got one too." The deep cracking voice left the paper thin lips of the snow white haired woman. "Jason worked hard this summer to earn that bike, don't sound so bitter, dear." The old woman looked over her shoulder to the man as he sat perched at the old yellow wood table in the center of the kitchen and looking to his side out the window across the room.
"Then why the hell are they pushing one another down the hill in a stroller!" As he looked back with a grumpy sort of glare just out the window a stroller being pushed down the gravel hill by a dark skinned boy washed out and spilled a thin boy with sandy blonde hair onto the gravel to roll down the entire steep and jagged hill.
Life is a trip, why not ride it out with the munchies and a handful of tit right?!
A Couple of Idiots
July 3, 1999
The road was dusty that ran horizontal to the refurbished double wide. Gravel driveway that kicked stone each time it was used sat in the Georgia sun simmering the grey and black marble like surface of stones. Low cut grass permeated that freshly cut scent that filled the nostrils and made the eyes come to a slightly glassed over appearance. The center piece of the long and wide yard running down in a steep hill toward the road was an old green wind mill with yellow propeller blades slowly turning in the breeze.
Dotting the white siding of the double wide were four windows with drapes the same color as the petals of a lily hidden behind the translucent glass barely reflecting a glare from the summer sun. The reflection of two children playing was cast back against the harsh white light it did manage to transfer.
Behind the window was a weary old man tipping a white coffee mug up and sipping from it as his sunken blue eyes looked to the two children outside. "Mmm...." He grunted causing the thick worn flesh of his neck to shudder softly, "He just needed a bike he said. Marcus wouldn't play with him anymore if he didn't have one...." He crossed an arm over a bloated stomach covered by plaid button up shirt and white T shirt stained here and there by different food remains.
The hiss of a running sink and rattling dishes filled the decorative white plastic tiled floored room lit just right by the sun filtering through the pulled curtains of the kitchen window. Withered and wrinkled hands spotted by dark patches of skin against dark yellowed skin worked a rag over the spoon in the old woman's hand. "And he got one too." The deep cracking voice left the paper thin lips of the snow white haired woman. "Jason worked hard this summer to earn that bike, don't sound so bitter, dear." The old woman looked over her shoulder to the man as he sat perched at the old yellow wood table in the center of the kitchen and looking to his side out the window across the room.
"Then why the hell are they pushing one another down the hill in a stroller!" As he looked back with a grumpy sort of glare just out the window a stroller being pushed down the gravel hill by a dark skinned boy washed out and spilled a thin boy with sandy blonde hair onto the gravel to roll down the entire steep and jagged hill.
Life is a trip, why not ride it out with the munchies and a handful of tit right?!
A Couple of Idiots