It started when I dreamt that I was riding in a car with three tough guys.  It was an old car, something from the early 1900’s, and the tough guys were dressed like liquor peddling gangsters...........

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It started when I dreamt that I was riding in a car with three tough guys.  It was an old car, something from the early 1900’s, and the tough guys were dressed like liquor peddling gangsters.  The car had no roof and their greasy hair blew in the wind.  The guy sitting next to me went down like he was going to suck my dick and that’s when I knew it was a nightmare; but he didn’t suck my dick.  He started biting my kidney instead.  I frantically hit him on the head and pushed him away.  He sat up and grinned at me with sharp brown teeth like the edges of a broken bottle.  That’s when I tried to stand.  I was going to stand and jump out of the car, but the other tough guys grabbed me so I couldn’t get over the edge.  The driver had me by the thighs.  He was leaning toward me, chomping his jagged teeth at my belly.  The steering wheel was out of control and the car swerved, jerked us around.  I screamed.  It wasn’t the manliest scream, either.  I just kept screaming and trying to push them back but they were on me.  I felt the blood gush from my side as one of them tore at my liver like a hyena killing a rabbit, swinging it around to break the life away.  Then the trees came, there branches low, hitting me in the head as we sped by.  But they weren’t trees at all.  I looked up and saw their bloody peddles; roses.  Thorn roses.  They stuck in my head and I felt the pounding of my heart in there.  It felt like any moment a valve would be cracked and all my blood would spurt out, and I looked down at the three tough guys, saw that they all had a good grip, and gave in, let my body fall, stopped screaming and said fuck it; here I go.

            Then I woke.  The pain didn’t go away.  My head felt like it was going to cave in and suck the rest of my body down with it.  My sides hurt, the kidneys.  I couldn’t figure it out.  I rolled around in the bed hugging myself, opened one blurry eye and saw the empty bottle on the nightstand.  Windsor Whiskey.  So it wasn’t a dream after all.  My mouth was dry and I could still taste the cheap liquor.  I vomited on myself, brown bile, then sat up to get a drink of water.  I yelled.  It must be too late, I thought.  The lower half of the bed was covered with blood, dark blood with little chunks in it.  Then she walked in.  The Silent Whore, I called her.  She didn’t say anything, just sat next to me and waited for what?  Who knows.  It was like being with a corpse.  I said look what you did you nasty bitch, put a tampon in that thing.  And she said—nothing of course; she was the Silent Whore.  Then I saw the red condom laying lifeless on the floor and knew that it was me all along.  I must’ve gotten drunk and fucked her no matter how much blood there was.  How did it ever come to this? I thought.  It’s the drink.  But it wasn’t.  It was me.  I just couldn’t handle the drink.  I put on my clothes; they smelt like ass from all the days before.  I went outside and got in my car, turned the ignition.  It didn’t start.  I tried again.  Nope.  Again.   All right here we go.  It fired up and I screeched along the dry road.  Then I heard a pop, got out, and examined the source, hoping it wasn’t a tire.  It was worse than that, though.  A bunny’s body lay flat under my car.  His ass had popped out and his intestines hung from the inside of my bumper, green and red and purple.  Mostly purple.  I got back in the car and sat there with nothing that I could do, so I drove off into the sun, hoping that things would get a little brighter, but the liquor had wore off and that’s when the heat set in.

Mathias Nelson says don’t drink too much, just enough to take away the nerves.  Only do it when you need it, and not just for fun.  Unless, of course, you never need it and you’re a no empathy having folly.  Mathias Nelson can be reached at This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it http://www.myspace.com/MathiasNelson

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