This story contains graphic content and language. This is definitely an R-RATED piece so if you are easily offended please don't read.


You may think I'm a bad guy but I swear that I'm not. I was just angry . . no . . I was just worried . . no . . really I was just scared. I was scared shitless and completely out of my mind at the time.

Let me take a few steps back. It was late, about two in the morning, and I had just left a bar with this girl. I was done with my set for the night and I had been taking hits of speed in the bathroom then counteracting it with shots of vodka at the bar. By this time I barely knew how to walk, but somehow I did.

The two of us, the girl and I, stumbled down the street, are arms around each other's shoulders. I think her name was Karen . . or was it Kathy . . I'm not quite sure and to tell you the truth, it doesn't matter. She was only with me because I had just sang in the band she went to see.

The lights of the bars on the street spun, causing an effect in my head much like riding a tilt-a-whirl. I constantly had to stop walking and regain my balance so I wouldn't topple over, which would probably end in both of us face first on the dirty sidewalk. People all around us, some on the street, some hanging out bar windows, pointed and laughed at our folly, none of which realizing they were slowly (or in some cases quickly) heading for the same state. We just happened to get their faster then most people. We were the bad omen of our viewer's night ahead. The bars in this town don't close till four, which would lead to two more hours of debauchery for most of these individuals.

If I had been a little sober, or if I hadn't taken so many pills, I might have realized we were being followed, but the person trailing me escaped my knowledge until it was too late. All I was thinking about was trying to stay upright.

Taking me by surprise, this girl, Karen or Kathy, grabbed my shirt and yanked me into a dark alley, intent on getting some action. At first I was quite a bit disoriented but after her lips started to suck upon my neck my animalistic instincts took control and I began groping her, one hand on her breast and one hand up her short skirt (only to be greeted by an absence of underwear). Upon that discovery she whispered something into my ear that I didn't hear, though suspected was an open invite to perform acts on her.

Our fun didn't last long. Just as I was unbuttoning my pants my stalker revealed himself to us.

"Beat it bitch," he spat out in a voice that was very familiar to me. His face was still in shadows, hiding his identity to me.

"Fuck you," Karen or Kathy responded. Her vulgarity was met with a slap from the man. She yelped and ran off.

"What did you do that for," I asked, still not sober, while I carelessly tried to button myself back up.

"Shut the hell up," the man said before stepping into the light.

It took me a few seconds but I finally recognized him. It was a man I had a one night stand with years ago named Jack. It was early in my musical career. I had promised that I loved him but truly I was just horny. I proceeded to fuck him then leave as soon as he fell asleep. This was not an uncommon for me so I was surprised that I actually remembered him.

"Jack," I said with a smile, "How are you doing?"

"Don't try to sweet talk me. I saw you in the bar back there, fooling around with that women. I didn't want you to do to her what you did to me."

"I wouldn't have done that," I remarked, "I didn't need to tell her I loved her to screw her. She wanted me to."

The alcohol and drugs were talking because if I was sober I probably wouldn't have said that. I realized the reason why as soon as his fist hit me square in the jaw. The ground met me hard and sobered me up enough to allow the rage of being punched to take over my senses. I was on my feet in no time, ready to face him.

I had been in enough drunken brawls in my life to hold my own. I drew my arm back and slammed my fist straight into his teeth. The sound he made brought a smile to my face. It was the sound of him realizing he made a mistake. I didn't care nor did I let up. I continued to punch, feeling some of his teeth give away. He stumbled backwards and hit the ground.

I stood over the bastard.

"What now," I mocked.

What he did will stick with me for the rest of my life. His lips drew back to reveal a jack-o-lantern smile. The missing teeth I had expected and but I hadn't expected the crazed look in his eyes nor his tongue licking the blood clean from his gums.

A warmth spread through my pants, which I would later realize was me pissing myself. My mind panicked and I did the only thing that seemed right at the time. My boot came down, trying desperately to eradicate the image that was burned into my head. Never before had I seen anything as frightening . . that is up until my action.

The sound was what first made me realize I had made a mistake. I slowly lifted my boot only to see the most grotesque image I had ever seen. I instantly stumbled back and puked behind a dumpster. After the contents of my stomach were on the ground I ran.

All that kept repeating in my head was "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god". I ran all the way home, ignoring the burning in my muscles. The ache was the only thing keeping me sane.

Once I burst through my apartment's door I did the only thing I could think of. I ate an entire sheet of blotter acid. I don't remember what happened after that.