a story by a very good friend.. hes an artist.. sometimes...
today was a day like any other day. but it was unlike any other day.
today was special. a special day in its own special day way. in jared's
life, today had a meaning that could have pulled my pants down and
raped me in the ass like a horse that has spent his entire life without
sex. in a completely heterosexual way, of course. today, the day of
today, was the day that today jared would visit his best friends today,
trip and gracie. today.
the sun unset slowly upon the sky, as lazily as a very lazy person
doing some boring and slow work. the light beams of light gazed upon
jared's eyes, and his eyes gazed upon back to the lightsabres of the
sun. actually they didn't because jared was sleeping as a big babby.
but not for long, because the prodding of the sun's long, luminescent
fingers quickly unlocked the lock of jared's dreamy state of dreams.
and so, with slight uneasiness of a person being woken up by a huge
fiery jerk made out of hydrogen, jared awokened.
jared, in his still half-asleep mindset, slowly reminded himself of
what fate's finger has bestowed upon him for to doing into today, the
day that was so special to jared. and slowly the thought rowed into
the river and eventually the sea of his brain. it quickly dawned upon
him that today his quest was to visit his best two friends, trip and
gracie. friends that were friendly to him, and he was friendly unto
them like a black jesus.
quickly as a bull about to be neutered with a fork, jared swung open
the creaky door of his car. the license plate said "fresh" and there
were dice on the mirror. he sat into the driver's seat, before which
the key of power, the steering wheel, resided. with speed which could
mildly surprise a pedestrian about to cross the road in which jared was
driving towards his goal, jared drived towards his goal, mildly
surprising a pedestrian who was about to cross the road. as he looked
towards his watch and realised that he was slightly late, too late to
be shrugged off as being fashionable, the dark and handsome driver
pushed his acceleration pedal at an increased angle, which caused his
steel stallion steed to accelerate into a speed that made his speedometer
indicate a speed which would usually make a speed camera activate the
program which makes it take a photo of speed limit-breaking cars.
[frogboy helped me with this one, thanks to him, he's a pretty good guy]
as jared neared the door of his goal, he spared several thoughts to
his friends which awaited him in his destination. and then he rang the
bell. trip was quick to answer his request of levering the door so that
jared could've fit inside the newly created vast empty space between the
door and the frame.
"jared, hi! god, it's been so long since we've seen yo--", said trip.
however, he could not finish his quest of finishing the sentence which
would have, in a different timeline, indicated his feelings towards jared,
a friend who he has not seen for quite a while.
the source of his interruption was none other than the dark knight, the
protagonist with the curse of a racial minority, jared. he jolted words
between trip's own like a frustrated person thrusts a crowbar into a crate
that might be slightly hard to open but he just can't be bothered opening
it. his words were quick, and as laconic as a spartan's speech. he said
only two words, but they had all the weight of the world beneath them.
these words felt as if they were carved out of the stones that make up the
fiery kingdom of hell
"fack you nigger", he said. trip fell into a deep state of shock, as his
brain couldn't grasp the reason for these words to be slipping out of
jared's tender, loving lips. for one, trip was white. this seemed to be the
most important fact to note. but trip being white was not important. after
several awkward moments of silence, trip closed the gap through which jared
could've peered deeper inside his apartment by pushing the side of the door
not connected to the hinges, until a pleasant "click" sign was produced out
of the handle.
the end
