I Can’t Wait To Give Them These Feelings Of Hating, Part 1

I am as shocked as you. This was probably my second attempt at a chapter series, inspired once again by the men of Korn and the song “No Way”. I actually had to google the lyric. I could sing it the same way he did but the name of the song drew a blank.

I can’t say much to what’s going on but I express gratitude in my finglerless handwarmers decorated with kitty skulls and hearts that you’ve taken the time to read this.

On a very very funny note, it brought to my attention the short-lived nickname I gave myself “Nohbdyuknow”

This is in parts and will be be posted as such! NOTHING has been edited for grammar.

Part 1
By DiRtY

“Can I get another beer?” Jon said, asking the bartender. He was in a dark and desolated bar that only seemed to service rats and the lowest scum that ever roamed the earth. In the background, a jukebox was playing an old country-western song that was excruciating to even be in the presence of. Jon was sitting by himself.

“No one’s comin’ in the bar tonight, Jack.” said Jon to the bartender.
“Yeah, I guess everyone’s sleeping in their beds, like you should be. It’s 2:30 a.m. on a Monday night. Aren’t you in a band? You have shows to do, right?” said Jack in a ‘you stupid motherfucker, get-the-hell-out-of-my-bar-before-blow-your-brains-out’ way.
“Ok,” said Jon. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.” he said, sensing his unwelcomeness. He paid his tab, and left the bar.

As he stepped outside to the street, he tightened his jacket, feeling the coldness the seemed to have never been there before. The streets of Bakersfield were dead and quiet, as it has always been. With ease, Jon strode home without any hurry or fear of what he might or might not meet. “Just 5 more blocks away from home,” Jon thought to himself.

But Jon didn’t know that he wasn’t going to make it home. He didn’t know this would be the last time that he’d be alive…

To Be Continued…