the door.
I sat back down and continued reading and listening to music.
Two
My day was over at six. I tucked my book and my mp3 player in my messenger bag with my laptop, slung it over my shoulder, and went out to wait at the bus stop. There were several homeless people waiting there. They waited there every day.
I threw up my hands and said, “I don’t have any cash on me. I would give some to you all if I could. If you catch the guy in the Hawaiian shirt when he comes out, I know he has some on him.”
They grumbled and moved closer to the library.
The bus rumbled to a stop in front of me. I lived only a mile or so away from the library. I used to walk to work but it had become too uncomfortable. It made my feet hurt. The door folded open and I boarded. The inside smelled heavily of gas. The bus driver wore a gas mask. There was a child passed out in the front seat. I picked the child up and carried him out to the fresh air. I took his pulse. He still had one. Maybe he would come to eventually. I knew at least a couple of the homeless guys had been doctors before one of the local hospitals had to shut down.
“ Now he’s never going to get where he was going,” the bus driver said.
“ I think he was going to die from fuel inhalation.”
“ I don’t like you.”
I swiped my bus pass and sat behind the bus driver.
He closed the door. I was the only one on the bus.
“ Do you think you could move further back?”
“ No.”
“ Why not?”
“ Why do you want me to move further back? I'll only be on here for a few minutes.”
“ You make me nervous sitting right behind me.”
“ That kid was sitting right behind you.”
“ That was okay. That way I could keep an eye on him so he didn’t make any trouble.”
“ Maddening. Regardless, I’m not moving.” I prodded the back of the seat. “I don’t think anyone else is getting on. Can you go so I get home before I pass out?”
The bus driver sighed and pulled away from the curb. I twisted around and tried to open the window but the latch was broken.
Three
Once home, I unlocked the ten deadbolts to my front door, took my laptop from my messenger bag, and dropped the bag onto the floor. I sat in my comfortable chair and put the laptop on the coffee table. I untied my shoes and slid them off. Then I took off my socks. I wiggled my toes around, the nails extending out from them like a set of vicious talons. It always felt good to air them out. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t cut them in so long. I had never liked cutting them and then decided I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to. It was the one thing I did that benefited absolutely no one but me and it made me feel incredibly good. It made me feel free.
Reclining in my comfortable chair, I grabbed my laptop and flipped it open. I went to the Grassville Gang’s website to see if they had uploaded another episode. Thankfully, they had. It was called Teenage Van 16 . I watched it for a half hour, my erection growing, before it became simply too painful to bear. I undid my pants and began massaging myself, hoping they wouldn’t suddenly and inexplicably launch into a gay male sex scene, as they so often did. Luckily, they didn’t. I was finished in only a minute or so. I came into my left hand and grabbed the roll of paper towels I kept by the chair for just such an occasion. The paper towels also came in handy when I ate chips. My hands dry, I closed the laptop and placed it back on the table. I fixed my pants back up, reclined the chair further, and closed my eyes for a rest.
I was forty-three years old, mostly bald, a little bit fat, and still jerking off to porn like a teenager.
I should probably have felt depressed about that but I didn’t. A lot more people had it a whole lot worse off than I did.
I dozed off.
Four
A loud knocking on my front door startled me awake. I looked at the clock above the seldom used television. I’d only been asleep about fifteen
I sat back down and continued reading and listening to music.
Two
My day was over at six. I tucked my book and my mp3 player in my messenger bag with my laptop, slung it over my shoulder, and went out to wait at the bus stop. There were several homeless people waiting there. They waited there every day.
I threw up my hands and said, “I don’t have any cash on me. I would give some to you all if I could. If you catch the guy in the Hawaiian shirt when he comes out, I know he has some on him.”
They grumbled and moved closer to the library.
The bus rumbled to a stop in front of me. I lived only a mile or so away from the library. I used to walk to work but it had become too uncomfortable. It made my feet hurt. The door folded open and I boarded. The inside smelled heavily of gas. The bus driver wore a gas mask. There was a child passed out in the front seat. I picked the child up and carried him out to the fresh air. I took his pulse. He still had one. Maybe he would come to eventually. I knew at least a couple of the homeless guys had been doctors before one of the local hospitals had to shut down.
“ Now he’s never going to get where he was going,” the bus driver said.
“ I think he was going to die from fuel inhalation.”
“ I don’t like you.”
I swiped my bus pass and sat behind the bus driver.
He closed the door. I was the only one on the bus.
“ Do you think you could move further back?”
“ No.”
“ Why not?”
“ Why do you want me to move further back? I'll only be on here for a few minutes.”
“ You make me nervous sitting right behind me.”
“ That kid was sitting right behind you.”
“ That was okay. That way I could keep an eye on him so he didn’t make any trouble.”
“ Maddening. Regardless, I’m not moving.” I prodded the back of the seat. “I don’t think anyone else is getting on. Can you go so I get home before I pass out?”
The bus driver sighed and pulled away from the curb. I twisted around and tried to open the window but the latch was broken.
Three
Once home, I unlocked the ten deadbolts to my front door, took my laptop from my messenger bag, and dropped the bag onto the floor. I sat in my comfortable chair and put the laptop on the coffee table. I untied my shoes and slid them off. Then I took off my socks. I wiggled my toes around, the nails extending out from them like a set of vicious talons. It always felt good to air them out. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t cut them in so long. I had never liked cutting them and then decided I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to. It was the one thing I did that benefited absolutely no one but me and it made me feel incredibly good. It made me feel free.
Reclining in my comfortable chair, I grabbed my laptop and flipped it open. I went to the Grassville Gang’s website to see if they had uploaded another episode. Thankfully, they had. It was called Teenage Van 16 . I watched it for a half hour, my erection growing, before it became simply too painful to bear. I undid my pants and began massaging myself, hoping they wouldn’t suddenly and inexplicably launch into a gay male sex scene, as they so often did. Luckily, they didn’t. I was finished in only a minute or so. I came into my left hand and grabbed the roll of paper towels I kept by the chair for just such an occasion. The paper towels also came in handy when I ate chips. My hands dry, I closed the laptop and placed it back on the table. I fixed my pants back up, reclined the chair further, and closed my eyes for a rest.
I was forty-three years old, mostly bald, a little bit fat, and still jerking off to porn like a teenager.
I should probably have felt depressed about that but I didn’t. A lot more people had it a whole lot worse off than I did.
I dozed off.
Four
A loud knocking on my front door startled me awake. I looked at the clock above the seldom used television. I’d only been asleep about fifteen
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