Chapter 2 - Me inside - my own factotum a novel

Chapter 2 - Me inside - my own factotum a novel

A Chapter by Sean C Stucki

Chapter 2 - Me inside - my own factotum a novel

“Your mom made you do what?”
“Go to a rehab center. I’m meeting some woman named Sherral Monday.”
Chris and Cole we’re on the phone. I was combing my hair in the bathroom mirror seeing what style would look the nicest for the interviews.
“Hey Glenn..” Chris asked.
“Do you know.. hehehe… What it would sound like to walk into a barn, slice off the head of a hen and rape it?”
Sign. “I don’t know Chris. What would that sound like?”
“Blood would be pouring out and as I’d be f*****g it the hen would go GOBOGLOBBOBOGLABLUHAHOH!”
I heard my phone messenger go off. It’s my gf from the same state Sarah Tazenowski. Text:
“You wanna talk on the phone later? I got the new cradle of filth album.”
“What was that beep.” Cole asked.
“Nobody” I replied.
“What did you tell those people Glenn?”
I was slicking my hair back with water. “That I want to be a painter.  Make money in that profession.”
I won some kind of award from the library of congress for a painting I created in senior year's water coloring class. Mr.Knight came walking up to me with my mother back when I was in high school.
“Hey.. ahh. Glenn.. I would like to enter your purple splatters in that art exhibit. You have a good chance of winning.”
So he did.
I sat in that building with my family. The other painters and their families we’re filing in. The only thing on my mind was leaving to play street ball with the crew. 2 white middle aged men we’re talking in the room next to where I was sitting. I could hear them well:
“That kid with the slick backed hair is above the others but Bush wouldn’t go for it.”
“Yea, the painting is too dark. Gotta keep it clean but still artistic for the field trippers coming in and out of the white house.”
After hearing this I turned to my family to tell them I ain’t winning but kept my mouth shut and looked into their eyes for a few seconds.
Some Asian f****r wearing a beret and a writers jacket won.

© 2017 Sean C Stucki

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Sean C Stucki
Sean C Stucki

Tucson, AZ

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