OLd Man HaRkiNs and the Explosion in the Night.

I looked at the ceiling where the noise was coming.
I thought I pictured it moving as she moaned. I hallucinated in the dark.

I turned on the lamp next to my bed  and picked up a book  from my night stand.

I read and the noise stopped.

"Some stud," I thought.

I looked at the ceiling.

I pictured a nuclear explosion lightening up the dark southern sky.

I would unlock the front door to my apartment with Old Man Harkins waiting with his pistol and me with 20 gauge shotgun in hand.

Him and Her would run down the stairs naked ready to die out in the field and the muck and the mud.

She will be crying and I will calm her down.  He will be complaining about not having clothes, and I will hit him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. He will nakedly slide down the wall of the hallway in our apartment building.

She will scream as he head gushes blood and old Man Harkins will rightfully scream,
"Shut up stupid whore. He wouldn't have gotten hit if you werent fucking so much."

He acts as though he is going to hit her but waits for my approval. I shake my head no.

"Where are your goddamn clothes?" he asks.

She mutters something unitelligeable and I cup her breast and tell her it's going to be alright.

"It's going to be all right," I say.

She looks up at me like she has seen me for the first time ever.

Old man Harkins screams something unprintable as we hear the final explosion.

I layed in bed and pictured myself eating old Man Harkins and the lady from Apartment 2B to survive the nuclear holocaust.

I smiled as I heard her scream and the floor started to shake again.

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I heard her having sex most of the night and felt lonely and alone.

It was a Saturday, and i unlocked the front door with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Old man Harkins was pulling a garbage bag out his front door.

"Let me get that for you."

"I got it,' he responded.

I laughed, "Just this once let me help you."

"Ok, I really do appreciate it," he sounded tired and aged.

I went back into my apartment and sat my cup down on the coffee table and returned. I picked up the bag and Old Man Harkins, held open the solid Oak door to the apartment building.

We went down the walkway leading out to the street.

"You are such a good neighbor, always quit and helpful. You know that harlot upstairs kept me up all night. Sounded like she was rearranging the furniture."

He stopped and I stopped, he leaned backwards and held his back and I laughed.

"That whore can fuck," he said looking up to the second story window.

"Mr. Harkins, I'm sorry we made so much noise. I will keep it down next time."

I picked up the garbage and continued to walk to the street.

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             I'm sitting on the encrusted green couch with the screensaver from Debian popping up blue and white squares on my flat screen tv. The lamp is on, and i'm listening to R.Kelly talk about God and fucking. Life is good and there is 3 inches of ice on the ground and I can hear the fears of the simple people. I'm simple. I walked to the piggly wiggly and bought a block of cheese, three eggs, and fresh milk from old man Harkins new milking cow. The state paved the dredge ditch road leading up to his place and me and ma take the buggy up there every Saturday. Am I really going to die? Everyone was in a good mood in the grocery store and I can assume it's because something has changed. Even though the clerk and employees have to get home along with the customers people just like their normal world being turned upside down by the weather. A gift from God.

           Sarah got into the Trotter's garden through the back pasture last month and old Mrs. Trotter had a nervous breakdown when she saw what that pig did to her flowers and turnips. That no good son of hers, Randy, said she laid eyes on that pigs just a snorting and a going and then her gaze just went off into yonder. She fell backwards and started shaking and Randy shoved a handful of dirt and a cucumber in her mouth so she wouldn't swallow her tongue. Momma said God didn't give us a tongue so we could swallow em.

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I need some more ram.

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