About That Journey E-Book

J.B. Galui

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

This is the Third story in the WAF Journey series. Haven’t seen Stevie in awhile, not since she left the next morning after her ‘I’m getting married so fuck me’ night. Hell I just considered it my gift to her knowing I sure as hell wasn’t invited to her wedding. Maybe if I was lucky she’d return my gift sometime. I know she’ll be married, but I’m no fucking saint, so what the hell do I give a shit. Ah, who am I fucking kidding, it was probably more like a ‘farewell asshole’ fuck and I’ll never see her again. Not that way anyhow. Who the hell cares, I got laid. This third story is the continued journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. A dead end job, a friend who he works with that he loves and hates all at the same time. A man who finds himself drinking too much, taking pills to function, and hating every thing that everyone with status has and stands for. The ones who look down on him and use him up. What he has to do to make this only life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and the shit work he has to do are all this poor bastard has. Luckily he has a course sense of humor.

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J.B. Galui

About That Journey

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

About That Journey

“About That Journey”

By

J.B. Galui

Copyright 2013

Published by: J.B. Galui

Opening:

Haven’t seen Stevie in awhile, not since she left the next morning after her ‘I’m getting married so fuck me’ night. Hell I just considered it my gift to her knowing I sure as hell wasn’t invited to her wedding. Maybe if I was lucky she’d return my gift sometime. I know she’ll be married, but I’m no fucking saint, so what the hell do I give a shit. Ah, who am I fucking kidding, it was probably more like a ‘farewell asshole’ fuck and I’ll never see her again. Not that way anyhow. Who the hell cares, I got laid.

Jimmy, that dumb prick, he’s been seeing Carlie way too much. He says it’s to spend time with his kid. Well maybe to a point that’s true, but I know he’s been wetting his dick with his ex bitch just as much. Stupid fuck. He better be slapping some latex on that cock of his, I wouldn’t put it past that bitch to get herself pregnant again just to suck his ass back in. And I know the fucker would go in a heartbeat, even after the shit she did to his dumb ass.

He did tell me he’s also still seeing that woman he met at the bar. The short and petite one that works at the office supply company. I guess that date went real good for him that night. Says he’s been joy riding her around too. That she’s real good at spit shining his dick. It’s a wonder the prick can make it in to the jobs everyday. He’s getting more dick action now than he did most of his married life. Maybe the bastard isn’t that fucking dumb after all. I should find out if there’s another one like her for me at that supply company, sounds like the supply and demand there are pretty fucking good.

Chapter 1:

I’m so fucking glad it’s Saturday. I can tell that goddamn alarm clock to kiss my ass. It’s one of the few pleasures I look forward too. And that motherfucking cell phone from hell, that gets shut down too. Anyone wants me, it better be to give me a shit load of cash or a blow job. Other than that, fuck off and stay away.

It’s one of the many guidelines I have in my fucked up life. Guideline 1, Saturdays translates to stay the fuck away day. I drink to excess Friday night. I eat shit that will eventually kill me if the booze don’t get there first. I watch movies, good movies not the fucking bullshit ones you watch with a girlfriend shit but good ones, till the early morning or till I pass out, whichever comes first. And I wake up whenever I goddamn feel like it. And I do my fucking best to stay with this guideline. It may not be for everyone but it works for me. Don’t like it, make your own fucking guidelines.

Guideline 2, follow the sign I placed on the door. Yeah, I posted a sign on my door. I had too, with all those fucking pin headed pricks that come knocking to sell me shit I don’t want, preach to me shit I don’t want to hear, or come to visit when I don’t want bothered. So I posted a sign that says ‘No Soliciting’ ‘Don’t Come By Unannounced’ and finally ‘Don’t Knock Or Ring Bell’. I think that should fucking cover all the bases. Still there’s that occasional dumb ass who must not be able to read. Just like this morning.

I wake to some motherfucker pounding on my door. I sat up like a goddamn dog who heard a fire whistle, the motherfucker startled the shit out of me. Now I’m cluster fucked awake and my fucking head is pounding like the prick outside is hitting my brain the way he’s hitting my door. This shit ends now. I pull my shorts on, yes I sleep in the buff. Fuck you, like I’m the only one. I head to the door and grab my bat that I keep just for this one of many reasons. I slowly open the door. There stands two motherfucking pimple faced bible thumpers. And without a pause they start into their spiel.

“Good morning sir. We’re from the church of the Holy Word and we’d like to first give you one of our pamphlets. This is the basis of our teachings.”

Now the first thought that goes thru my pounding head is ‘what the fuck did that fucker just say’ as he’s pushing a booklet at me. The motherfucker was talking so fast he sounded like an auctioneer. My fucking brain wasn’t ready for this shit. So I take the pamphlet and throw it inside.

“We hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

I’m standing in my fucking underwear with a pounding head and this prick has the balls to say he hopes he didn’t catch me at a bad time. You stupid motherfucker. I finally get what little brain matter shit I have together and I look at this smiling asshole who just startled me awake banging on my fucking door. That’s when the prick inside me started taking over.

“What’s your name there happy jack?” I asked him sarcastically

“I’m Bill and this is Johnny.” The Bill one must be the leader of these bible heads on bikes idiots. He stupidly reaches out to shake my hand, but I was in no mood for their glad handing shit.