Power

Then she said it was already way too late. You quickly agreed and promptly clicked off your cell phone, without giving her a fucking chance to mumble a lie or an excuse.You established at the very outset who was the boss and that you didn't need a haughty pussy like her to be your friend. You understood then why some guys had to beat up on their women occasionally just to keep them in line. From bitter experiences, you knew you could not just tolerate bossy, pushy women. There was a silver-haired woman who took a shine on you, but the fucking bitch started acting in an uppity manner once you showed that you were a caring, considerate gentleman. You then dropped her like a sack of rotten potatoes and just ignored her completely when you saw her. The fucking bitch didn't have the decency to return a book she borrowed from you. What an asshole! You just don't know what animals you run into. Another bitch just didn't understand you at all even though you poured your heart out and exposed your soul. Some humans can be really stupid. They also have a tendency and a gall to think they are "somebodies" while in fact they are fucking no good "nobodies" who are much better off dropping dead. The fact is that most humans are animals and they are better off dropping dead like being struck by a new plague.

Read every word of your recent stories. Realities speak to us loud and clear everyday. It's our ego that stands in the way. It's not just empty braggadocio or rank madness that you think you are a very good philosopher. You were endowed with a courage to see realities for what they are. That's why you despise scumbags the fraternal twins Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, The Horse Asshole, the hypocrites and cowards in Wellington, D.C, and Saigon. These animals have no intellectual and emotional courage at all. Owing to briefly interacting with assholes like them, did you realize most humans, when stripped bare of the veneer of pretenses, are really horrible animals. Now you see them not in human terms, but only in terms of motherfucking barnyard animals.

Because of your vanity, ego, and passion, you have let several stupid and ignorant but power-hungry assert their delusional, their mother-fucking, "authority" and "power" over you. No more of that bullshit from now on. You write because you want and have to, not because you want ignorant, untalented assholes and scumbags to be impressed with and in awe of you. They are are too stupid to know any better. They are animals, remember?

You look good and powerful these days. The exercises and the resulting trim physique and the sufficient sleep make your complexion a shining, alert one. But you feel much less than powerful. A weary wariness is eating at your heart, a result of five broken marriages to sick, pathetic women. You no longer have a wandering eye, a quick wit, nor a itchy, ravenous crotch. Nowadays you feel like a crown king of lonesome, quiet, scorching solitude in the desert sun without a protective hat. Look into your heart, people, especially women, will find a scarred, wasteland of hurts and sorrows. And yet, you refuse to kill yourself. This life, this world, the clean desert air you breathe; the sick, demented, greedy, walking wounded ghosts of gamblers with vacant eyes and sallow complexion around you; the young women with asses and tits half falling out of their skimpy attires marching up and down the Strip of all hours; the flashing neon lights advertising shows and drinks and implicit availability of sex; this bright hell on earth. All of these make your existence in their mist a fascinating school for experience. You learn all bad things about the human species and you have become wiser and stronger. You learned one thing about bad humans. They are like broken traffic lights. You have to drive through, no hesitation and no mercy, but of course you need to look out for signs of trouble from the left and the right before you barrel through.
(To be continued)