This isn't a bad little story here. Maybe you'll see it as some kinda' weird parable or something. Hope you enjoy.



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I woke up this morning to a voice in my head. First thought: God, is that you?

"You no pay rent!"

Wow? God's a Chinaman. I guess Rev Sun Moony really is God after all. There's nothing else to say to God but, "Huh?"

"You rent late tree day. No pay day -I throw no work bum ass out on 'treet."

I can hear the clang of last nights four six packs empty beer bottles being cautiously inspected on the aluminum card table of dinner plates six weeks in mold mildew caked grease that would give a sink full of Dawn a good run for its advertising motto.

"No do nothin but drink -all time. die liver sickness. but you pay rent first."

My head still buried in the cozy warmth of yellow sweat spit stained pillow hoping on dreams carrying me away from such demanding homage due. Brain fuzzed in hang-over kaleidoscope blurred daze fighting against the rapture tugging at the sheets so pleasantly cocooned around my body.

"Wake-up! Day outside. Drink all night. Sleep all day. No pay rent when 'pose to..."

The rapture tugs at sheets -I tug back quickly growing tired of the tug-a-war of my soul between angels and devils wrestling for my devotion as mythical skirmishing between Good vs Evil continue with this Corporate warfare of battlefields in my head. Annoyance! Perturbed! "AHhhh" Popping up out of bed, hair tangled in mated grease and mange, I scream at God, yank a handful of bills from my pants pocket telling him to just take the dues and leave me alone.

Crowdly from behind the chair he holds lion-tamer style in mid air he takes the money telling me what I already know: "U crazy. Mind backed from too much takn' drugs." and exits leaving me to once again loath within my dreamland.