Chapter Three

Cock as big as a block. Today’s modern parenting. I drive by those neighborhoods. Who’d’ve thought there are so many strollers. So many different kinds. So many ways of getting a baby from here to there. Oh, and Maria. I guess my little dick couldn’t plant a seed far enough in there. BABY CRAZY! Oh, I guess with a pipe like that a man could do a lot of damage. Plant a seed good. Change all of the plumbing in the house in one visit. Oh, I hate that letter. I hate that it still sits there on the window in the kitchen. I wasn’t baby crazy. Maybe that’s the problem. Told her that when dad left I became the man of the house. Had been a man of the house since I was 12. Being a man of the house is for the fucking birds. How did I get like this. Tommy was supposed to be here. It was supposed to be our night out. How did I get like this. I just wanted to have some fun, like fishing, see what turns up. They are always more comfortable when there are two and the second is you. Fine with not being the man of the house. Hell, it’s a rental anyway. What’s a rental for raising a kid. Besides my sperm wouldn’t take anyway. those drunk little fuckers are so confused. Looked at them once when I was 14 under a microscope, jacked off on a glass slide. Christmas present. Wow! Hard to imagine how they could do damage. Just makes you feel nasty. Fuck that job. Fuck this job. Hell, how hard is it to live… just live. It’s like twelve voices yelling at each other in here now. Hard to handle all of this noise. What the fuck happened? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
“Last call. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
“Fucking original, man!”
The pool table is empty. The couple at the corner booth gets up and walks out. It’s just me and Curtis.
“Where’d Emma go?”
“Well, you nodded, started babbling. Friends finished the pool game, so She left with them,” Curtis said.
I see how this ends.
“You want to do a shot with me?” Curtis asks, “I’m off the clock now.”
I didn’t think I wanted to, but he’s off the clock.
“You might want to check that napkin in your jacket pocket when you get home. She left you a note,” says Curtis, “You want me to call you a cab?”
“I reckon.”
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