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- [ Bukowski's Birthday ] [ By Joseph ]
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- BUKOWSKI'S BIRTHDAY
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- He hated birthdays. He had always hated them. It had always been embarrassing
- and boring on his birthdays. Not only do you get older and uglier, no it
- has to be confirmed and celebrated too. Gifts are given from people one
- never wants to meet. Distant relatives suddenly come to life and give away
- socks and homemade boxes covered with a pathetic texture. He had a ton of
- worthless gifts in his garage. It was only a few days left and his wife
- Jessica and his children ran around in the apartment, fixing everything that
- needed to be fixed for the great event. He sat, bored and apathetic, in his
- sofa and observed them. The longer he sat there, the more he realized that
- they did not run around for his sake. They did it because they suffered from
- a twisted need to expose him like some wrinkled freak that had less time to
- live left. He just could not understand why it was necessary to celebrate
- birthdays; it was such an incredible, stupid, idea. But it was too late to
- cancel the whole circus. He was forced to experience it all over again.
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- Jessica woke him up on his birthday, bringing a little chocolate cake and
- a cup of tea. He felt sick, and his head hurt after yesterday's whiskey
- session. He sat up on his elbows and scratched the mess out of his eyes.
- He tried not to aim his breath at her. No children this time, he thought.
- One of the worst things he knew was to be woken up by screaming and drooling
- kids. When he thought about it, he realized that he hated to be woken up
- every time when he had a hangover.
- "Happy birthday, darling!"
- "Go to hell."
- "Couldn't you at least be a bit nice, for once, when I wake you up?"
- "Not on this particular day. I find it pretty annoying to know that I
- only have a few years left before some disease that can't be cured probably
- kills me."
- "At least you could blow the candle."
- He blew the candle and placed his own saliva right onto the cake. His
- wife wiped it away without a blink, as if it had been something less
- revolting.
- "After you've had some cake, I'll give you a little surprise."
- "If it's another tie, I'll break your neck."
- "Nope, it's something I have never given you since we got married."
- He drank some tea and ate the cake. The cake reminded him of excrements.
- Drinking tea and eating a cake that looks like the shit you produce after
- too much booze is not amusing at all. At seven o'clock in the morning, it is
- terrible.
- "I can't get any more of this cake down my windpipe. Gimme that surprise
- now, and then I'll get back to sleep."
- Jessica placed the dish with the worthless cake beside the bed. She had a
- robe that was a bit loose. He could see her wrinkled tits stretch down
- towards the stomach. He had seen enough of that body during the twenty years
- they had been married.
- She pulled down his boxer shorts.
- "Yesterday, I suddenly realized that I hadn't given you a blow
- job since the day we got married, twenty years ago."
- She put the dick in her mouth and began to suck.
- He immediately realized that he had not missed anything during those
- twenty years.
- written by Joseph <josef@kuai.se>
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