Eric,witness 4

 

He sat quietly at his wooden desk.

He made comfort of himself in his expensive chair and began his narration,after clearing his throat.

He felt cool.

-i,eric diamond,am here today to answer your questions about my new collection of poetries,called “Mr Sidewalk Dangerous”.

Please,begin.

Let me see your hands.

Needless to say,the room was fulled of students,amazed from the mind of this new writer.

Eric diamond,

Tivo’s latest protégé,with three awards already about his first novel called “man-gina”,that sold a hell of a lot and described a man’s journey into a vagina, and whose comparison to charles bukowski and raymond chandler was a more than a  -talk of the town- kinda thing.

Hands got up right when he stopped.he felt cool once again and smiled confidently.

 

A student with thick glasses got the first one.

-hi,my name is cherie.congratulations on “mangina”.i think it’s clever,sharp and romantic in a way.

Please,name your three favorite writers.

 

What a shy little girl i thought to myself holding anonymity from the audience.

I could understand his mind.

I could hear his voice talking to his insides.

“man,this chick is nice but i ‘d rather go for the blonde one,behind her.

She’s a hooter girl and

Hooter girls equals nice head.

 

So eric,is it a cool-soon to be fucking you- answer,the truth or something extraordinary?”

 

-First,i would like to thank you for your comments.

The reasons i write are several.

Your pretty eyes my lady -pauses then,waits for the audience to laugh and to be adored- ,charles bukowski,frank miller,homer,tom waits,raymond chandler,jim morrison.

I don’t know,just to name a few.

I don’t know,”guest” i feel like im just at your services ,adds

And smiles to her,while he thinks if he made the right choise.

Insecurities always come when you least want them.

-you said guest instead of guess,a reporter adds.

The same reporter who had been bribed before to say this,when he was supposed to.Or support him,anyway,anyhow.A job is a job.

 

Victory is close now.

-well,then she’s just gonna have to ask me at her place now,right? He says and sees cherie smiling with dirty thoughts on her mind.

The crowd is happy.

He feels a winner.

 

 

Time flew.

Twentyfive minutes later,he “cums” at cherie’s face and lights a cigarette.

Toilets.

A dirty place,he mentions and zips his pants.

Cherie’s glasses are on the floor.

 

She can’t say a thing.

I got mad.

What an asshole.

I wave my hands offensively in the air.

 

 

Shit,i made noise.

Gotta go.

The door opens.

-who is it?

He says,but i am far away.

Next time i win i promise to myself.

I have to.

For everyone’s sake.

 

 

Cherie was never seen breathing again.