I
hate being in this situation. It’s
happened before, and the result is always the same; it hurts. This time however something different
happened…I had a great epiphany.
It
all started when my bladder was full. I
made haste to the restroom in order to relieve myself. I was in such a hurry that I paid little
attention as to where certain things were placed, and zipped up quite
quickly. That’s when it happened. I had done the unthinkable. I zipped my penis into my pant zipper. Needless to say, I was in a predicament of
great proportion (no pun intended).
As
I stood there in agonizing pain, staring down at my pathetically injured man
hood, things began to rush into my head a million miles an hour; experiences I
had that may have led to this very moment of self doubt and loathing.
“Look
at yourself”, I said allowed, ”You spend the majority of your time daydreaming
of a fantasy that someday you’ll have the one you love yet you can’t even take
a proper piss without getting your tally whacker caught in your trousers!” I
couldn’t help but agree with myself. I
know that if I were a woman I would not want to invest in a man who cannot even
go to the bathroom without causing serious injury. Even Benjamin Button could go pee pee like a
normal person, and he was, for all intensive purposes, a fucking freak.
“Shouldn’t
you be on stage tonight practicing rather than messing about with that pathetic
little termite you call a cock?” I said to me.
I was right again, though I could not understand why I was yelling at me
in such a hard manner when I could have really used some support right about
then. Never the less, I was right. Why on Earth am I not in downtown Salt Lake
City right now performing and getting stage time? The epiphany was beginning to come to fruition.
I
remembered an experience I had at a bar months earlier. I was sitting on the back patio smoking a
cigarette. I man was setting up his
guitar getting ready to play. His dog
was laying down beside him in the shade.
When the man sat on the stool, guitar in hand, and approached the
microphone, my eyes were amazed! This
man was blind. His eyes were pure white
with scars around them and it was obvious by the harness on his canine
companion that this was his helper. The
man began to play his guitar flawlessly, better than I could have ever hoped to
play. The most amazing part was not his
ability to play, however it was his smile.
This man did not break smile once.
He was happy, and so was his dog.
They did not have any cares in the world. It was as if nothing else existed to this man
other than music and his dog. He was
having a transcendental experience, like Thoreau floating along Walden Pond, or
Siddhartha climbing from Samsara and reaching nirvana. This man and his dog were at peace, and I now
think back on it in envy. Here I am
walking around with a pseudo intellectual ruse, wanting a woman I can’t have,
drinking profusely and throwing up in peoples lawns, bitching about how the
world owes me just because I can’t afford the new apple product this month, not
finishing my homework because I played way too much world of warcraft and
thinking it’s not my fault, yelling at myself in my bathroom in a British
accent for some fucked up reason, and getting my penis caught in my own zipper…yet
this blind man was just happy to be alive!
As
I stared at my sad, injured member looking back on these things the epiphany came. It wasn’t some philosophical revelation that
I need to change, or an "I found God because I almost lost my penis to a prison
of copper and denim" type of moment. No.
It was a simple fact that at that very moment I came to except. I, Brian Nathaniel Pope, do indeed….suck.
“Zzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiiiippppppp!”
As disturbing as it was to read a story about your "member" that was pretty clever Brian Pope...Pretty Clever haha
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