today should be declared "EVIL DAY"

...no, not because it's Sunday in Utah--although that is a fabulous reason...
but because my counter shows this is my 666th post.
and i watched a stephen king movie last night.
AND boz watched a movie about murder in Park City last night--
WHILE I WAS IN PARK CITY.
i don't think i need much more proof than THAT.
it's an evil day.

so in honor of this great event...

once upon a time,
there was a man.
he was so black on the inside that his pale skin looked gray.
most of the time, he was evil in small ways--
like not tipping a waitress, or sneezing into his hands before beginning a dental exam.
yes, he was a dentist.
this had been the first step toward the dark side.
he was a sweet kid, all through college.
but something twisted inside him when he got rejected from 72 different med schools in a year.
he began drinking, and he faked back pain so he could get some prescription pain pills.
while on these cloudy, wallowing "highs" (which would better be called "lows")
he would sketch out scenes of armageddon, with a black felt tipped pen.
he would chain smoke and jerk off--angrily, and while looking at increasingly disturbing images.
by the end of that dark period, he was cumming to video shot of war-time torture and massacres.
one day, during all of this self-loathing and self-abuse his mom called.
he didn't answer the phone--never did anymore.
but she left a message.
and her voice floated eerily through his drug-induced haze,
just like an angel, he would later think.
she mentioned dental school.
he was stubbing out a cigarette, on the inside of his wrist, when he heard those words.
it was like an electric shock.
he walked to the shower and got in.
and he stood there until the water was cold and he was sober.
he finished applying to the closest dental school that very same week,
and was top in his class every year.
he was still a little odd...
no one liked him much.
and this...
this contributed to the rotting away of his insides.
he opened a practice and did everything right--
he was an efficient, confident dentist.
he was polite and calm.
he never thought about those dark months he had spent in the small apartment suffocated by enough hate to fill a football stadium.
it was almost as if it had never happened...
but he was aware of it,
he just didn't judge himself for it--
he didn't think it was wrong, so he didn't worry about whether or not he might have a relapse.
well...
he should have.
somehow he conducted a lovely courtship with one of the receptionists from the optometrist next door.
she loved him.
they got married.
she still said she loved him.
but.
one day he walked in on her, taking on 3 guys at the same time--
one cock in each orafice.
he simply blinked, turned around, and walked out.
he called a moving company, and they removed her personal items.
he went to work the next day, without so much as a hair out of place.
he never spoke of her again.
but...
he resumed smoking.
and his only ashtry was his body.
he had little black dots covering himself...
sometimes he would hold the lighter to his chest until the hair burned off.
sometimes he would take an exacto knife and write words in his thigh.
but the worst of it...
was when he would tell himself he deserved to get laid.
he would toss back a couple of pills, and call an escort service.
...soon he ran out of escort services he could call and had to cruise the part of town where women walked the street.
it wasn't the sex that frightened these women.
it was the "porn" he had playing...
it was the look in his eyes, the scars on his body.
...the way his hands shook when putting on the condom.
they didn't know he was poking small holes in them first.
they always left crying, often leaving behind a shoe in their haste.
and when they turned up pregnant, most of them had a gut feeling it was him--
and ran to the abortion clinic.
on other days he spread his evil in smaller ways.
but it became a constant--
in any situation, he made the worst choice.
he hurt people in small but deep ways--leavingn lasting marks.
he was like a cancer eating away the world around him.
one day, he saw a crying child on the far side of a busy street.
he was pressed forward, hoping to snatch the child before anyone else noticed.
in his haste...
he stepped in front of a bus.

so...
happy EVIL DAY to you.
yes, i'll stick to porn from now on.