(This story comes to us from Jeremy Balli in Modesto, CA)
Billy used to weigh 600 lbs. and his mom told him "Baby, you're morbidly obese.” to which he replied, "What's so morbid about it?"
A cheeky remark like that cost him big time, no pun intended. His mom, normally a nice woman, locked him in the garage with a broken Buick.
The Buick, wasting away with him, became petrified after 10 years of neglect. He emerged from the garage a human flag, weighing 140 lbs.
His skin was stretched so that on a windy day, it waved in the air and all of the neighborhood cats put their paws to their heads in salute.
Often, his skin would lead and his legs would trip over them. Boy did his mom feel foolish, locking him away to starve. Her bad i suppose.
He was always a very lonely boy and he cried to me and said "you're the only friend I have in the world."
I thought the world must be a small place if i'm the only friend in it. I suggested surgery to rid himself of the excess skin. He did it.
The doctors cut the excess skin and used it to make tents at the old shanty town just north of home where the homeless were grateful.
He had stretch marks. I glanced at him in the lockeroom and saw that his body resembled a freeway; with off-ramps, on-ramps and junctions.
Billy pointed to his left nipple. "That's my house." I was saddened but also relieved that, at last, Billy had become useful.
5/31/2009
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5/29/2009
The Happy Heister
Have you ever stolen anything? I have. Lots of things. Sometimes it's just small things like a candy bar or a salt shaker. Or a pinkie ring.
Sometimes it's big things like a refrigerator or a television. Once I stole an army tank and drove it on the freeway while the cops watched.
I never sell the things I steal; I don't need the money. I have storage sheds full of items that aren't mine hidden around my immense manor.
I have no motive for stealing other than the act itself pleases me, sort of like how a dancer feels after completing a terrific pas de deux.
I never thieve impulsively, because the beauty is in the planning. There is so much to consider in each case that it must be perfectly done.
I've watched households for weeks to learn their schedules. I've studied numerous alarm systems. I have maps of all the city sewers at home.
I find it amusing to invade gated communities and take numbers off a house or a remote control from a sofa or a battery from an alarm clock.
I almost got caught stealing an ice cream truck once. It was around one a.m. and I got stopped by a cop, but he just wanted some soft serve.
If my friends ever found out I'd be ostracized. High society only approves of white-collar cons and schemers, not outlaw collectors like me.
But to resist the urge would be to deny my very self. This is who I am, a jokester hijacker, a prankish purloiner, a laughing larcenist. Me.
Sometimes it's big things like a refrigerator or a television. Once I stole an army tank and drove it on the freeway while the cops watched.
I never sell the things I steal; I don't need the money. I have storage sheds full of items that aren't mine hidden around my immense manor.
I have no motive for stealing other than the act itself pleases me, sort of like how a dancer feels after completing a terrific pas de deux.
I never thieve impulsively, because the beauty is in the planning. There is so much to consider in each case that it must be perfectly done.
I've watched households for weeks to learn their schedules. I've studied numerous alarm systems. I have maps of all the city sewers at home.
I find it amusing to invade gated communities and take numbers off a house or a remote control from a sofa or a battery from an alarm clock.
I almost got caught stealing an ice cream truck once. It was around one a.m. and I got stopped by a cop, but he just wanted some soft serve.
If my friends ever found out I'd be ostracized. High society only approves of white-collar cons and schemers, not outlaw collectors like me.
But to resist the urge would be to deny my very self. This is who I am, a jokester hijacker, a prankish purloiner, a laughing larcenist. Me.
5/20/2009
Superman's My Kryptonite.
It's harder than you think to be the secret gay lover of a man with a secret identity, but I couldn't have known that when I first met Dion.
I probably wouldn't have known of his mutation, or as he likes to say, superpowers, if I hadn't crept into his house that night 3 years ago.
We had been dating about two months and I wanted to surprise him by having a nice dinner waiting for him when he came home. Not a good idea.
I came in through an open window and found him not at his day job, but in his room shedding his skin. He saw me when I puked in the doorway.
Once you get past the nausea-inducing process of the change it can be really fun dating a guy with the ability to look like anyone on earth.
It's not all good though. I never get to meet his friends The Hero Herd, and I get jealous. He's always with guys in spandex and hot bodies.
And just once I'd like a shout out in a press release after he catches a crook. You know, like, this one's for Patrick, the love of my life.
There is one person who knows, his arch-nemesis The Gargoyle. He kidnapped me once. He was actually very civil, wine and cheese in the cell.
Dion rescued me of course, but I had to pretend not to know him after the news showed up. And now The Gargoyle is in some supervillian jail.
I'm mostly happy. I may never meet his mother or have his name, but I'm working on a 3-way with The Javelin who I hear is very well endowed.
I probably wouldn't have known of his mutation, or as he likes to say, superpowers, if I hadn't crept into his house that night 3 years ago.
We had been dating about two months and I wanted to surprise him by having a nice dinner waiting for him when he came home. Not a good idea.
I came in through an open window and found him not at his day job, but in his room shedding his skin. He saw me when I puked in the doorway.
Once you get past the nausea-inducing process of the change it can be really fun dating a guy with the ability to look like anyone on earth.
It's not all good though. I never get to meet his friends The Hero Herd, and I get jealous. He's always with guys in spandex and hot bodies.
And just once I'd like a shout out in a press release after he catches a crook. You know, like, this one's for Patrick, the love of my life.
There is one person who knows, his arch-nemesis The Gargoyle. He kidnapped me once. He was actually very civil, wine and cheese in the cell.
Dion rescued me of course, but I had to pretend not to know him after the news showed up. And now The Gargoyle is in some supervillian jail.
I'm mostly happy. I may never meet his mother or have his name, but I'm working on a 3-way with The Javelin who I hear is very well endowed.
5/11/2009
Suicide is Painless.
"Pull the trigger," she whined. I looked at the gun in my hand and noticed it's weight for the first time. "You promised." She had me there.
Trust me when I say that her proposal of a suicide pact was not the first time I realized she was crazed. I noticed that on the fourth date.
We were at my corner bar and all was well, maybe she had had a little too much to drink. Or more probably she was trying to make me jealous.
Either way, that poor chap's head never needed to meet a wine bottle on those terms. If only I wasn't hooked on her hope diamond of vaginas.
I wasn't the kind of guy who would stick around for that kind of thing, but this type of anatomical perfection comes by once in a lifetime.
I always knew there was a reason I didn't introduce her to my mother. I thought the suicide pact was a joke. Then, slut broke out the guns.
Two guns, to be exact. I reluctantly took one from her, my laughter dying quickly. This was unexpected. I'm a prick for not escaping sooner.
And now, must I die for the sin of loving her pussy? Seems cruel. But perhaps she's given me an out. Maybe not. Her plan: I shoot her first.
I get to live, but she's dead and I murdered her so I live the rest of my days in prison. Or I shoot myself and- the end. Oh wait, new plan.
Now we'll both shoot on the count of three. Despite everything, she really is just a romantic at heart. Here goes. One..two- whoops. My bad.
Trust me when I say that her proposal of a suicide pact was not the first time I realized she was crazed. I noticed that on the fourth date.
We were at my corner bar and all was well, maybe she had had a little too much to drink. Or more probably she was trying to make me jealous.
Either way, that poor chap's head never needed to meet a wine bottle on those terms. If only I wasn't hooked on her hope diamond of vaginas.
I wasn't the kind of guy who would stick around for that kind of thing, but this type of anatomical perfection comes by once in a lifetime.
I always knew there was a reason I didn't introduce her to my mother. I thought the suicide pact was a joke. Then, slut broke out the guns.
Two guns, to be exact. I reluctantly took one from her, my laughter dying quickly. This was unexpected. I'm a prick for not escaping sooner.
And now, must I die for the sin of loving her pussy? Seems cruel. But perhaps she's given me an out. Maybe not. Her plan: I shoot her first.
I get to live, but she's dead and I murdered her so I live the rest of my days in prison. Or I shoot myself and- the end. Oh wait, new plan.
Now we'll both shoot on the count of three. Despite everything, she really is just a romantic at heart. Here goes. One..two- whoops. My bad.
4/07/2009
Who's Zooming Who?
Purple wasn't her favorite color, but it was his. She chose her outfit very carefully tonight. She needed as much in her favor as possible.
Tonight was the night she told him. She'd been cheating on him. It was someone he knew, a close friend. Well, maybe not a friend, but close.
She rehearsed the speech repeatedly while getting ready. Better to do it after the meal, she thought. She wore pumps, so he would be taller.
She was ensnared in traffic driving to the restaurant. She cursed. She tried so hard not to be late. But it was Friday, he would understand.
It wasn't that she didn't love him. That would have been too easy. But they hadn't had sex in a year. She refused to go without. Then, Ryan.
She first met Ryan at their wedding, had lusted after him even then. They flirted across the years, but harmlessly. Then one day it changed.
That first night, in the hotel, slimy with sweat and smelling of sex, she regretted nothing. She laid her hand on her chest and smiled wide.
It was the first time she had noticed her heartbeat in years. Now she felt it everyday, even without Ryan. The change excited her greatly.
She arrived at the restaurant 3 minutes late. He wasn't there, probably running late from work himself. She ordered a martini while waiting.
She sat alone and had 3 martinis in two hours before returning home. It wasn't til she got to the bedroom that she saw his things were gone.
Tonight was the night she told him. She'd been cheating on him. It was someone he knew, a close friend. Well, maybe not a friend, but close.
She rehearsed the speech repeatedly while getting ready. Better to do it after the meal, she thought. She wore pumps, so he would be taller.
She was ensnared in traffic driving to the restaurant. She cursed. She tried so hard not to be late. But it was Friday, he would understand.
It wasn't that she didn't love him. That would have been too easy. But they hadn't had sex in a year. She refused to go without. Then, Ryan.
She first met Ryan at their wedding, had lusted after him even then. They flirted across the years, but harmlessly. Then one day it changed.
That first night, in the hotel, slimy with sweat and smelling of sex, she regretted nothing. She laid her hand on her chest and smiled wide.
It was the first time she had noticed her heartbeat in years. Now she felt it everyday, even without Ryan. The change excited her greatly.
She arrived at the restaurant 3 minutes late. He wasn't there, probably running late from work himself. She ordered a martini while waiting.
She sat alone and had 3 martinis in two hours before returning home. It wasn't til she got to the bedroom that she saw his things were gone.
3/24/2009
The Fire Within
The tree burned in front of them now, but it all began before he was born. His mother had suffered a high fever throughout the pregnancy.
The doctors could find nothing wrong and she felt fine, but for nine months she was hot to the touch. When he was born her temperature fell.
When he was young his family would always remark about how cool his room was. Shivers occurred around him frequently. Problems began at 10.
His ball rolled into the fireplace. He cried before plunging his hand into the flame. As the limb moved closer the fire extinguished.
He complained of fever and went to bed. As he slept he cooled, but the air heated until the room was in flames. His family died that night.
By 16 it was controlled. He cooked steaks in his hand with heat from car engines. Match flames he stored for later like holding your breath.
Girls avoided him though. They didn't know what made him different but they got the chills near him and that was enough to drive them away.
He kissed a girl once. She fell asleep in his arms as her heart slowed and the cold took her over. He took her home and never called again.
Now her. He opened up to her. He had nothing left to lose. He struck the match. He took in the flame then threw it at the tree with force.
As it burned she cried for him, and decided to brave the cold. As she embraced him she listened as her tears sizzled like oil on his chest.
The doctors could find nothing wrong and she felt fine, but for nine months she was hot to the touch. When he was born her temperature fell.
When he was young his family would always remark about how cool his room was. Shivers occurred around him frequently. Problems began at 10.
His ball rolled into the fireplace. He cried before plunging his hand into the flame. As the limb moved closer the fire extinguished.
He complained of fever and went to bed. As he slept he cooled, but the air heated until the room was in flames. His family died that night.
By 16 it was controlled. He cooked steaks in his hand with heat from car engines. Match flames he stored for later like holding your breath.
Girls avoided him though. They didn't know what made him different but they got the chills near him and that was enough to drive them away.
He kissed a girl once. She fell asleep in his arms as her heart slowed and the cold took her over. He took her home and never called again.
Now her. He opened up to her. He had nothing left to lose. He struck the match. He took in the flame then threw it at the tree with force.
As it burned she cried for him, and decided to brave the cold. As she embraced him she listened as her tears sizzled like oil on his chest.
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