The Middle Finger

[izeveryboyin]

**Some of you from the litkicks element may remember this little number I wrote some time ago. I just dug it up and thought it might be worth another once over.**

"Hey, Man, I'm lost, do you know how to find Broadway and Belmont, I'm not from here, you see."
"Yea, sure, follow the hanging signs, you see 'em? They read 'Proud of Our Community'"
She pointed to one, blue, with a rainbow on it.
"Thanks babe,"
"Sure"
So I follow these signs, and like she said, they lead me to Broadway. I closed my coat up tight. I was freezin my balls off. Thirty-two degrees and I've got on a fucking light leather coat. My hands are balled up into fists, and shoved into the bottoms of my pockets. I rock from side to side, but nothing helps.
"Come on, man, hurry up." I whispered to my thoughts.
A mysterious man, strange, shabby, quiet... he slides up to me, no really, he slides up to me. Leans in close, like he's the epitome of the world's greatest secrets.
"Yea?" I said, "Whatdaya want?"
"I've got 'Ex', man. Real cheap. You want some? I got it, man, it's good. You take these, you fuck a girl, and everything is good. You take these, you last for days, man. I swear-ta-god you will. Come on, man, you gots ta try it"
"How much, man?" I ask him
"I like your face, ten bucks."
He has a greasy, bland smile. His face is dirty, and his shoes screamed to be saved, probably a size too small. I never was a fan of Extasy, never was a fan of anything, except my smokes. What the hell. Might as well give the guy a break, besides, that bit about the girls, I wanted to test it out... just as soon as she gets here.
"Here" I pulled a twenty from my inner coat pocket.
"It's only ten, man, I told you ten."
"Fuck it, keep it, just gimme the stuff."
"Naw, hold on. There's a store right down the street, they gimme change in no time. I'll go get it, and bring it back."
"I told you, fuck it. Keep the twenty. You probably need it more than me anyway."
"Man, FUCK YOU partner, I don't need your money, I don't need your money. FUCK YOU!"
By this time, his loudness had brought the attention of several couples, both gay and straight, and he had gotten dangerously close to me. Passersby lingered for a moment, to catch the convo. They were like a hungry pack of wolves, and they smelled blood, probably mine. I was never a tough guy. An asshole, maybe, but never tough. Strong wind can give me a run for my money. I had to calm the guy down before he slugged my face off.
"Hey, man, I'm not trying to be crude, I'm just tellin you to keep the cash. Go ahead, man, I ain't mean nothin, by it. As a matter of fact, go get the change, man, I'll wait. I won't go anywhere, I'll wait for you to get back, okay? Just be cool."
His face unclenched, he loosened up a bit. That greasy smile was back. He scratched his stubby chin with a dirt-encrusted hand, and then nodded.
"You alright, doc. You alright. I'll be back. won't be but five minutes. Gaaaaddddamn. You alright man, you alright." And he slid away.
I let out a breath, and shoved my hands back down in my pocket. The wolves began to disperse... slowly. I swayed against the chilling wind. Chicago was living up to it's famous nickname! I peered down the street to see if I saw her coming. I could just imagine her now... those gorgeous lips, that sexy walk. Tight jeans, and the ankle-length coat. She would be here any minute. She'd take me to her place, cook dinner, we'd eat, we'd watch a movie, we'd talk... we'd fuck. But first, I'd whip out the Ex, so we can get lit. Ah yes... I couldn't wait.
I stepped out into the street, and turned to look down in the direction the guy had sauntered off to. It had been way more than five minutes, more than ten, hell, more than twenty. That's when I saw him. All clean, and fancy. He was in a Cadillac CTS, and he had a girl in the passenger's side. They swerved towards where I was standing, almost killed me. It was her, Shannon. My girl. My fuck. She was with the guy who'd just punked me outta twenty bucks. I stood directly in the middle of the street. I saw a middle finger go up, it was a female's.
The Ex was gone, so was my girl, so was my twenty bucks, and wait... what's this? I reached into my inside pocket. My wallet was gone. In it, was $350, my credit cards, my debit cards, my I.D, and one mint-flavored condom. Lost in a swerve of tires, and a bony middle finger. Damn.

[hester_prynne]

Whoa Kayla!
This is good good good. I really enjoyed reading it....was as if I were there watching it all go down.

two thumbs up, way up!
H

[izeveryboyin]

Oh hest... you doll! I adore ya like I'm crazy! Glad ya liked this. Was I a believable male.

--k