JackG2
01-07-2001, 05:29
MADMAN: A NORMAL DAY AT THE DENTIST FOR JACKG2
BY AND STARRING JACKG2 (A.K.A. DA YANKEE! YEAH! )
Author's note: Furthering the love of myself I have written this story as an absent thought in meh head. Be warned for this is a trip into the mind that is mine.
This is also a true story!
I saw that guy again. He keeps saying I have to be ready for anything. Of corse, him being my head makes me wonder why the pain in the teeth has increased in the last hour. But I could see a dentist about that. But I won't. The constant question of "Is it safe?" huants me in the halls of me mind. I never liked that movie anyway.
Yet, I am forced to reach the appointed place of the dentist. How I shall not say (mom!) and nor shall it be revelied. My tooth hurts once more as I apporch that which is the dentist. I see the waiting room is semi-full. I talk to the unattractive nurse as of my appointment. Seeing it in her eyes, I think she thinks of me as a madman. How so a man when I am a boy?
She tells me to sit. I choose the one next to the scared looking five year old and his overwaited mother. As I ponder through a 10 year old Time magizine, the yongerster stares into me face. Most likely wondering if I am a madman? Huh? Are you, you punk? You would like to see me in an instute, wouldn't you? Laughing through my cell as I recevied shots I needed not of? Right there, I would of slaped the kid, if my "sane" side had not intervined. Little one, you so do dare at a attempt of pain, do you not?
He stares on. I read on. I coner him with my eye. He sees so and looks away. So I do the thing I had thought of doing. I stared back at the child. The child turns his gaze to me. I can see fear in his eyes. But that fear could of been thunked through my yonder mind by a can of beans I had eaten eariler. If that so was possible. Or maybe I was overreacting with this lifeforce that had chosen this day to ponder on the thought of my exsistence. Or the thought of why I chose this seat.
I bet now the little f*cker was thinking, "Why the hell did I pick this guy to stare at. Had I known not he would stare at me?" Damn right. Cry ta ya mommy ya little *******!
Instead the child did of the stareing what I had expect not.
He punched me. Hard.
"Watchya stareing at, s*ithead?", said this boy.
Demon then boy I say. The mother that spawned this hell bent minion slaped him. This I smirked, before I saw my noise was bleeding.
"Say your sorry to this young man, Dameon!", said the mother.
I nearly cackled in laughter at his name. But I didn't. Fore doing so would further the belief of me as a madman, would it not? The apolgy began, first the boy then the mother, who then took her son to be beaten outside. I sat, holding my bleeding noise. Then, a nurse open the door to the dentist's death office. I saw this nurse and my heart fell in love. But the probelm was this. This nurse was a man.
Oh, but what a pretty man! A pretty man who could pass off as a semi-good looking teenage girl! My stomach cringed at the thought of a wet kiss with this man.
"Mr. Sullivan?", said the pretty man. That was me! I got up and went to follow the pretty man to the death trap they called a dentist's office.
The pretty man had soon dropped his pen that he was holding. After saying "damnit" he bent down to pick it up... with me standing behind him.... I then saw his male version of a "beaver". My stomach cringed again and I had to puke. Big time!
Instead, the pretty man picked up his pen and I followed him to the death trap. The teeth pained on.....
A good sometime later, I still sat on the "torture" chair thinking the thoughts in my head. I thought of the forums. All of my friends that is across the sea. The big sea that keeps me from them. Best I be kept I guess. The realtiy of me is much worse. I thought of a story I could write. I was thinking well untill the dentist (which I will now refer to as the "deathman") came in the death trap. The deathman asked my questions of the pain that was distorying me, one inch at a time. He looked at the tooth that pained. He pulled it! The ******* pulled it!!! Goddamn him!! Deathman was my new rage that bleak monday.
Then he said the 2 words I didn't want to hear. "I'm gonna have to pull it." Or... wait... was that 6 words? Or with the "I'm" would that come out as 7 words? Or.... wait... back to my horrible story.....
The deathman took his tools for pulling my appointed tooth that pained. My heart beat faster as he lowered the pulling tool. I thought of how my life had went these past 15 years. Everything flashed. Then the one thought went through my head as the tool clamped down.... "My life sucked." And I prayed to God that if he let me live, then I would convert back to being a worshipper of Jesus Christ, and I would pick up my life and start makeing friends out in the real world and do better in school and dump my bitchy girlfriend and everything in the whole Goddamned world!
But I imagined God laughing at these things I said, because, let's face it.... I'm an asshole.
Deathman pulled. I winced. The tooth came. Pain! Goddamn the pain!!! F*ck! That hurts!
"Done," said the Deathman. I trusted him not. Especlly since he had the power of the bill. And the bill had the power of what amount of money to pay. Or was the other way? Aw, damn. I confused myself.
Well, I went from the death trap. The pretty man said that the bill would be mailed. And I was free....
Of corse, it's never that easy for me. But that's another story that'll I'll probaly never write...
BY AND STARRING JACKG2 (A.K.A. DA YANKEE! YEAH! )
Author's note: Furthering the love of myself I have written this story as an absent thought in meh head. Be warned for this is a trip into the mind that is mine.
This is also a true story!
I saw that guy again. He keeps saying I have to be ready for anything. Of corse, him being my head makes me wonder why the pain in the teeth has increased in the last hour. But I could see a dentist about that. But I won't. The constant question of "Is it safe?" huants me in the halls of me mind. I never liked that movie anyway.
Yet, I am forced to reach the appointed place of the dentist. How I shall not say (mom!) and nor shall it be revelied. My tooth hurts once more as I apporch that which is the dentist. I see the waiting room is semi-full. I talk to the unattractive nurse as of my appointment. Seeing it in her eyes, I think she thinks of me as a madman. How so a man when I am a boy?
She tells me to sit. I choose the one next to the scared looking five year old and his overwaited mother. As I ponder through a 10 year old Time magizine, the yongerster stares into me face. Most likely wondering if I am a madman? Huh? Are you, you punk? You would like to see me in an instute, wouldn't you? Laughing through my cell as I recevied shots I needed not of? Right there, I would of slaped the kid, if my "sane" side had not intervined. Little one, you so do dare at a attempt of pain, do you not?
He stares on. I read on. I coner him with my eye. He sees so and looks away. So I do the thing I had thought of doing. I stared back at the child. The child turns his gaze to me. I can see fear in his eyes. But that fear could of been thunked through my yonder mind by a can of beans I had eaten eariler. If that so was possible. Or maybe I was overreacting with this lifeforce that had chosen this day to ponder on the thought of my exsistence. Or the thought of why I chose this seat.
I bet now the little f*cker was thinking, "Why the hell did I pick this guy to stare at. Had I known not he would stare at me?" Damn right. Cry ta ya mommy ya little *******!
Instead the child did of the stareing what I had expect not.
He punched me. Hard.
"Watchya stareing at, s*ithead?", said this boy.
Demon then boy I say. The mother that spawned this hell bent minion slaped him. This I smirked, before I saw my noise was bleeding.
"Say your sorry to this young man, Dameon!", said the mother.
I nearly cackled in laughter at his name. But I didn't. Fore doing so would further the belief of me as a madman, would it not? The apolgy began, first the boy then the mother, who then took her son to be beaten outside. I sat, holding my bleeding noise. Then, a nurse open the door to the dentist's death office. I saw this nurse and my heart fell in love. But the probelm was this. This nurse was a man.
Oh, but what a pretty man! A pretty man who could pass off as a semi-good looking teenage girl! My stomach cringed at the thought of a wet kiss with this man.
"Mr. Sullivan?", said the pretty man. That was me! I got up and went to follow the pretty man to the death trap they called a dentist's office.
The pretty man had soon dropped his pen that he was holding. After saying "damnit" he bent down to pick it up... with me standing behind him.... I then saw his male version of a "beaver". My stomach cringed again and I had to puke. Big time!
Instead, the pretty man picked up his pen and I followed him to the death trap. The teeth pained on.....
A good sometime later, I still sat on the "torture" chair thinking the thoughts in my head. I thought of the forums. All of my friends that is across the sea. The big sea that keeps me from them. Best I be kept I guess. The realtiy of me is much worse. I thought of a story I could write. I was thinking well untill the dentist (which I will now refer to as the "deathman") came in the death trap. The deathman asked my questions of the pain that was distorying me, one inch at a time. He looked at the tooth that pained. He pulled it! The ******* pulled it!!! Goddamn him!! Deathman was my new rage that bleak monday.
Then he said the 2 words I didn't want to hear. "I'm gonna have to pull it." Or... wait... was that 6 words? Or with the "I'm" would that come out as 7 words? Or.... wait... back to my horrible story.....
The deathman took his tools for pulling my appointed tooth that pained. My heart beat faster as he lowered the pulling tool. I thought of how my life had went these past 15 years. Everything flashed. Then the one thought went through my head as the tool clamped down.... "My life sucked." And I prayed to God that if he let me live, then I would convert back to being a worshipper of Jesus Christ, and I would pick up my life and start makeing friends out in the real world and do better in school and dump my bitchy girlfriend and everything in the whole Goddamned world!
But I imagined God laughing at these things I said, because, let's face it.... I'm an asshole.
Deathman pulled. I winced. The tooth came. Pain! Goddamn the pain!!! F*ck! That hurts!
"Done," said the Deathman. I trusted him not. Especlly since he had the power of the bill. And the bill had the power of what amount of money to pay. Or was the other way? Aw, damn. I confused myself.
Well, I went from the death trap. The pretty man said that the bill would be mailed. And I was free....
Of corse, it's never that easy for me. But that's another story that'll I'll probaly never write...