I'm such a tease. My bad... I know the title is a tad misleading, but yes chulos you will all get just a taste... of the book I am writing. Every now and then I will release pages in a progression. So the page you see may not be the page I am on at that time. I am thinking I will make a single chapter (not gonna be a big book tho) available 1 page at a time. The intention of the delivery is to give an interior monologue of the events. This is mostly to give the readers an insight into the main character. You get to read what he is thinking. All actually spoken words will be indicated by being italicized with sounds in bold. Before anyone gets any bright ideas... I have all released pages post marked and mailed to me to prove copyright. :P Damn stalkeratzi!
For those who missed it... click this link for page 1!
Enjoy!
-D
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Dec 13th
Sunday afternoon and I wake up in some dingy motel room. I can still smell the hooker I brought home last night. It's a sweet smell, a mix of sweat, pheromones and Brute. He was a cheap hooker. I turn my head to glance at the clock, 2pm. My mind beings to wander and it brings me back to him. He owned my heart and I destroyed his.
Back when I used to run with the fellas, before I got fingered in court for the robbery, my guy was the finest I had ever seen. He was a tall fellow stood clear up to me at my own 6'4, not particularly pretty but rugged. I can almost feel him now. His eyes were a cold steel blue, his hair was black as death itself. The chiseled features, I can see them now... a broad squared jaw. He was a dream come true. Better than any broad who felt her oats enough to try to get me. Nick, Nick was his name. Yeah... those were the days.
knock
Room service!
Dammit, I could have sworn I left the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door. Shit, must have fallen off when last nights trash left in the middle of the night. The kid had a smile on his face so big they're gonna have to chisel it of his face when he's dead. I have a habit of doing that. I fuck them then all of a sudden they're in love. Silly kid... he hasn't even seen the world yet.
knock knock knock
Room Service! Guest are you in there?
This one's persistent.
I'll be right there!
I get up and put on my pants. No need for the maid to see my jewels. The walk over to the door reveals the consequences of last nights... excursion. My head throbs, almost feels like what I imagine Chinese Water Torture to feel like. I drank too much, I fucked too much... at least there's a used rubber on the floor. That much got done right. Imagine that... 24 hours out of the joint and I have already contracted an STD. Thank god for that condom being there.
I stumble my way to the door, trying to avoid any light switch along the way. As I open the door there is a homely looking woman behind thick glasses staring at me. Almost quaint in her House Keeper uniform, she looks at me and says:
From the looks of this place I am in need. What did you two boys do in here? Looks like Ella Fitzgerald was here with Dizzy Gillespi and throw in those Rolling Stones boys while yer at it. Crimmeny! Well I didn't raise 5 boys well into adulthood to not be used to this sorta thing. You know... I was the house keeper here when each of those famous types were here. I was here for Sonny and Cher, Elvis, even Patsy Kline....
As she began to drone on and on about the famous people whose puke she's cleaned up in the past 100 years I get a familiar feeling. A feeling of hope and dread. Is he here? The one stalking me? I know it couldn't be Nick. He always had a way of giving me hope and the secret I held caused nothing but dread. I was falling in love with him and was holding back a horrific secret. Besides, Nick has been dead for 10 years. He went and killed himself after I was sentenced to 15yrs in upstate. I'll never quite no why. I never asked him to put his life on hold and wait for me. He was young, 26, had his entire life to live. But his note read that a life without me was no life at all. I knew I was gonna hurt the kid, never did I imagine it would end like this.
...Oh my I have gone on and on and this room is not gonna clean itself Mister....
...David, my name is David.
Well Mister David, I have work to do. Your check out time is 5pm unless you decide to stay another night.
She's a pleasant woman, a tad too chatty for my taste. I grab my bag and head to the shower. The shower is dingy, years of use and abuse. The hospital blue tiles only serve to make the hangover that much worse. I turn off the light and turn on the shower. At least it give good hot water.
Steam fills the room and my mind goes back to him. Suddenly I am shaken. The feeling... it's back and this time who ever or what ever it is... it's close.
©2007
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