AND SO I SERVE
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I'M BACK! It's my first story in months, so please give some good reviews to this. I've been givin' 'em out like freebies, so return the favor.
RATING: PG-13. Lil kids don't gotta worry about this shit.
Still here? You have been warned . . .
-- Lights, camera, angst! (ROLL DA CAMERAS! Dsssttt ----)
I dunno.
I mean, everything thinks I'm the class clown (to some). The village idiot (to others). Mr. Sexy. (Okay, the last one's only in my mind. Hey, people get to dream.)
I'm not. I just pretend to be.
There are two ways to look at life. Happy and sad. I look at it happily, pretending that life is all a big joke. I have to. I wish it were.
Whenever I see Dad, in bed crying as he has nightmares of Mom's death, thinking that she's gone . . . it's horrible. If he knew that I had those exact same nightmares, the same visions of her death . . . Goddamn, I'd just wanna end it all, right then and there.
Then I wait. I remember. My friends need a security expert. Dad needs a son. My fans (imaginary) need a one-boy sex toy. The Andalites need a pro hacker. But my mom . . . Mom needs me too. She needs me just as much as my friends . . . dad . . . she needs a savior. She might not have died in the fall. She didn't. If she's alive . . .
No, she's alive . . . has to be . . . and I'll find her. Rescue her, make us one happy family again. It has to be that way. It will be that way.
And so I serve.
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Whaddya think? Think I did great (coz that's somewhere close to my life)? Think that this episode of Marco-angst sucks? Think I suck? Talk to AxiMorph@aol.com or EDman9@xoom.com and just don't make it too bad. Be reasonable, and tell me how I screwed up.
("If you think I suck say 'Aye.'" "Aye!" "Aye!" "Aye!" "A-" "Okay you can shut up now.")