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Here is an introduction for my next book that will be hitting shelves shortly after Soldiers of the Melting Pot. Explicit language is used.
Untitled work in progress Intro
It’s 3:30 pm. I just packed up the last of my stuff to move out of my girlfriend’s house. She says we need time apart and she wants to be by herself. I play with our dog for one last time and remove her key from my keyring. A keychain with our picture in it is attached. The picture is hardly visible through the once polished cheap plastic face of the novelty given out at Six Flags entrance. I pop the scratched face off and gloom at the picture underneath. We looked so happy, that was a great summer. I sat and thought for a while, slumping on the worn out couch with broken spring coils that would poke the hell out of you if you leaned a certain way, we had only kept it for sentimental value. All what was once ours is no more. My phone is ringing, a text message from my boss wanting to know why I left early. I straightened my tie and grabbed my luggage, two Louis Vutton suitcases and a Gucci duffel bag, we’d went half on these on a trip to France that she paid for and spent every day of our lives reminding me of it, but I think I deserve to take them. I mean, she’s keeping the dog, the furniture, the house itself, shit, I get nothing! I hold my head up proud, I can do alright by myself, I’ve got about 9 thousand in savings, my car is paid for, I have a great job, and I’m handsome. I text my boss back and tell him I had to take an extended lunch to take care of some home problems. As far as everybody knew at work, everything was fine between me and Shaela, we had been together 6 years and she was with me at every Christmas and new years party my job held, I was the guy at work who was looked up to by everybody because I had a smoking hot girlfriend who was a doctor of all things. I had even went out with a few co-workers and picked out an engagement ring for her, I couldn’t let everyone know what happened, that she’d broken up with me, they’d call me all types of idiots. It was hot as hell outside. I had just washed my Lexus the day before, in the twenty minutes I’ve been here, a bird has shat, three times on my windshield. I curse under my breath dragging my luggage out, throwing her key on the floor and slamming the door. I can hear my dog barking on the other side on my way to the car. I swing open the car door still upset about the birdshit on my windshield, slamming the doors I flick on my windshield washers. Shit! The washer fluid is empty and the birdshit smears all over the window in ugly film of browns, greens and whites. I curse louder, reaching in my glove box for some tissues only to produce one crinkled McDonalds napkin. I wipe and wipe and it gets worse. I’m left with a little clear spot in the middle. I could’ve easily gone back in the house, got some Windex and cleaned the window but I was so pissed and with my boss texting me like mad I had to get going. The air conditioning in the car feels cool as I pull of with the sun shining so hard you can see little heat waves rippling off the surface of the ground and cars stopped at the light. I smell a horribly foul smell al of a sudden, it smells like shit! I look around a bit before I realize, I must’ve stepped in it when I was walking thru the grass. I wanted to kill my dog, I can picture him watching me thru the window laughing as I trudged in his feces with my 200 dollar Bally’s. There’s a little bit caked on the side too that’s already ruined my tan suede. The smell is unbearable and I let my windows down only to be drowned in the hot air from outside. Its one hundred and twenty degrees on the heat index and humidity is really high. I take off my blazer, it’s a vintage Christian Dior and I can’t afford to get it sweaty and stank. At the stoplight I get a better look at my shoe, the shit has been ground into my floormats, it’s gonna take some hella cleaning to get this smell out. I shake my head as sweat beads up all around my face. I roll up the sleeves of my shirt; I can feel the coolness in my armpit when the wind sweeps against the sweat. My job is only three lights away but by the time I get back, I’m dripping in sweat. A few of my co-workers are in the parking lot standing right near my parking spot. I know as soon as they see the jokes will start rolling. I try my best to wipe the sweat off, and before I can close and lock my doors the guys are coming over, Jamie leans over my door and says, “jeez man you’re sweating like you been on a crack binge”, Tommy looks over his shoulder and squints eyes and turns his nose up and says, “whew!! Smells like it too”. I bite my bottom lip and exit my car walking fast trying to ignore the insults being thrown at my back until I finally turn around and scream, “Not today got dammit!” They all shut up and look at each other puzzled before bursting out in laughter. I shake my head and swipe my id at the entrance. The scanner is messing up again, I swipe and swipe as the sun beams on my back, my phone goes off again, it’s my boss again, I start sweating like hell as I continue swiping and pulling madly at the door, seconds before I feel the urge to punch through the glass, someone comes out, I grab the door and walk in. The air conditioning is a hardy welcome as I make my way to the elevator. I get on the elevator and thank God no one else is on there with me so I can get myself together. I can still smell the crap on my shoe creeping around my nostrils, and the light blue shirt I wore now has a clearly visible wet mark down my back and armpits, I put on my blazer and wipe my brow. The elevator stops at 4, what the hell? Three beautiful women get on, one presses the 12th floor button. Her fingernails were perfectly manicured with fresh white tips, I noticed her Michelle watch, which was flooded with diamonds and wondered to my self how much her boyfriend paid for it. They all push they’re way into the corner of the elevator like a huddle and begin to murmur amongst themselves. I know they smell me because one girl has put a hand over her mouth and another looks at me up and down. I turn my head in shame and can’t wait until I hear the beep for my floor. I pray that no one else gets on. I reach my floor and barge out toward the bathroom, dismissing the thoughts of the three beauties saying how glad they were that I got off the elevator. I get in the bathroom and splash some water on my face. I grab a handful of paper towels and threw my shoe in the sink with the hot water and cheap liquid soap, I always wondered why they made the soap pink. I scrub and scrub and most of the smell is gone but a bit still lingers. My 200 dollar Bally’s are trashed, the suede on that side is a whole different color now, I’ll have to throw these out now. I race for my cubicle because at this point I just want to sit down and collect my thoughts. I get to my cube, blowing my supervisor off with a wave of my hand and flop down in my chair. I move my mouse a little to wake up my computer. I’m looking at the picture of Shaela and I when my pal Skylar pops his head up over my cube and says, “geez, where the hell you been, you look like shit, and smell like it too”. I give him the “get the hell away from my desk look” and he slowly tucks his head back down. My computer comes to life and after I log in, I notice there’s a message waiting, one that will forever change my life.
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