Danse Macabre
Fuck nature; it never did anything for me. Squatting out in the bushes ain't helping, but missing out on the princess' little meeting with Sleazy E would be crazy on my part.
At two, when she shows up. For the next hour, I wonder to myself where the little bitch left my beautiful machine. I've been here since one, and it's three now. That fucker had better show...
Hell; I think I just conjured him up! The bastard arrives in his pretty Armani jacket and his perfect head of hair, which I'd like to rip right out of his flat little head. They sit down together on a bench and start talking to each other feverishly.
And I can't hear a fuckin' word.
Gooddammnit! I'm ready to rip the bushes into shreds because I've wasted hours of my life for this! Suddenly, Bischoff gets up, and Lady Luck plants her fat ass on my shoulder; Stepphy follows.
"....Think you can get rid of him." He says, trying to sound like Bogart.
"I can't! Eric, I love him!" She whines, sounding like my sister's Betsy Wetsy. I hated that damn thing, too.
"You said you loved me, too." He tells her, and I wish I had a bowl of guacamole, because this is better than a fuckin' soap. Keep talking, kids; just say it loud enough...
"That was another time," She simpers.
"Fine. It's over, then..." he tries to walk away, and I almost shit myself because the little bitch finally got himself a backbone.
Stepphy, however, couldn't handle that; she throws herself at him, and I can't make out what she says; Whatever it is, it must be as good as Stanwyck in "Double Indemnity", because his face turns to baby shit and he hugs her, right there in the middle of the park.
Thanks a lot, Eric...and thank you to the inventor of miniature cameras.
They seem to say goodbye; he takes one path and she takes another, walking right in front of me. Her head's up her ass, as usual, so she doesn't notice what she's left in my hand; a souvenir.
I can see her face from here, I'm so damned close; and she looks sad...damn, I feel guilty...
Hah!! I was just fucking with you! Guilt hasn't been in my vocabulary for twenty years!
The only person I feel sorry for is my brilliant beast. But he's not quite human, and I'll help him over the trauma.
He needs me, much more than he needs that slut. If only he knew it..
I clutch my camera. He will. He will. As soon as I find a Fotomat...