Such a Nice Boy
It's a quiet summer day in Anywhere, USA. All down the street there are children playing and laughing. Familys having picnics in their backyards, under big oak trees, with acorns, squirrels and shade. Perfectly mowed green lawns line the asphalt like squares on a checkerboard. The sun shining, the birds chirping, and an ice cream man jingle plays in the distance. Everything seems perfect, here in Anywhere, USA.
Down at the coldesac a boy watches it all from his window. He see's the children playing and the picnics and the squirrels. But he doesn't seem interested in them. He hears a song in the distance. "ICE CREAM MAN!" the boy screams. "Mommy. MOMMY!" The boy runs down the hallway to his parents room. Vodka bottles and empty beer cans litter the floor of the bedroom. He kicks through to the bed and shakes his passed out mother. "Mommy..." he whispers. "Can I please have some money to get a Cherry Fizz Pop from Mr. CherryPop."
"Johnny, you know all of daddy's money goes toward my booze." She rolls over to face the opposite direction. "Just let mommy sleep 'til daddy gets home with my Popov."
"But mommy..."
"I SAID NO, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SHOVE MY FOOT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!" Johnny runs from the room slamming the door on the way out. "I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU AND ALL YOUR SHIT! I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR FATHER AND THREW YOU IN THE FUCKING DUMPSTER!"
This wasn't the first time Johnny's mother said something like that to him. He was used to it by now, but it still made him sad. He missed his daddy alot. He hadn't been home in years but his mother still thought he was there sometimes. She was a miserable/crazy drunk. He looked out the window. He saw all the children getting ice cream from Mr. CherryPop. He thought maybe Mr. CherryPop would be nice and give him a free ice cream. So he went outside.
He stepped out of his front door. His lawn stuck out like Malcolm X at a Klan meeting. Old pink flamingos were kicked over and broken on the hard, yellow, pointy grass. It almost peirced his feet as he walked towards the street. It had been a while since Johnny had been outside and it hurt his eyes to see the sun. He walked out onto the hot black street and up to the ice cream truck. He waited for the two boys and their father to get there frozen treats and walked up to Mr. CherryPop.
"Uh... 'scuse me Mr. CherryPop," Johnny said nervously "do you think I could have some ice cream pleeeaaassseee? My mommy and daddy aren't home and I don't have any money."
The ice cream man stared down at Johnny, with his untamed blue hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed. "Listen kid, my name aint Mr. CherryPOP and this ain't no charity. I can't go around givin' every freak kid whose parents don't love em a free ice cream. So scram and don't come back unless you got at least a buck." He laughed and the ash on his cigar fell down and landed on Johnnys shoulder.
Johnny felt sad. He knew he was right but he didn't have to call him a freak. And he laughed at him too. It mad him angry. Johnny had never felt this way before. He wanted to make the man feel as sad as he did. He had to something to show him he wasn't a freak. He did the first thing that came to his mind.
He hopped into the ice cream truck when the man wasn't looking he whispered "Don't ever call me a freak you fat slob," and stuck a RocketPop into each of the mans ears. The man collapsed to the ground and blood started to trickle from his ears, eyes, and mouth. He started to convulse and seizure on the trucks floor. Johnny stared down at the man now. He smiled and walked over to the freezer and got a couple Cherry Fizz Pops. Than he went back into his house and drew comics 'til bedtime. He could still hear the ice cream jingle playing in the background as he fell asleep that night. That was the first time little Johnny C. killed someone. But it wouldn't be the last time.