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| | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | |
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| | Bus Driver Irv | |
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| | By: Corrosion | |
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Jimmy howled as the Nikes, Reeboks, and assorted sneakers connected with his
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head. The kids cheering gleefully at his pain. Irv, the bus driver was
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oblivious, still glazed from last night's drinking. He was thinking of the
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woman he met at the Frosty Mug Pub. He woke up at her grimy little apartment
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this morning, and gave her a pat on her rotund ass on the way out the door.
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The buzzing in his brain was getting louder, and he was welcomed back to
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reality by shrill screams. "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DAMN SEWER RATS!"
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The kids listened. They all heard stories of Old Irv, that he liked to spend
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time with children. Too much time. Jimmy picked himself up off the
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floor of the bus and wiped the grime from his sweater. He tasted the salty
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warmth that flowed from his lip and choked back tears. It was this same
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ritual every day. Every day that he went to school that is, some days he
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walked to school and some days he went to sit in an old treehouse at the
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abandoned farm a few blocks from his house. He lived at the end of the bus
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route, on the out skirts of the suburbs. Jimmy stared out the window with
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thoughts of moving to another town and starting over, maybe the kids there
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would be better. The bus shuddered to a stop and Jimmy got up, wiping the
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blood from his chin with his sleeve. He walked up the aisle and said
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"See ya, Irv." Irv looked over and his face drew into a mask of concern.
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"Jezzus Christ, kid, what happened to you?" "Nothing." "Yeah kid, a lot
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of that kind of nothing happened to me when I was young too. Go in and have
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your Mom clean you up." Jimmy stared at the floor and said "My Mom's at work.
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she'll be home late." "What about your Dad?" Irv inquired. "I don't have
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a Dad, never met him." replied Jimmy. "Well, somebody has to clean you up.
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Your eye looks like it's swelling. I can park the bus out front. I just
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gotta call my supervisor." Jimmy thought of the stories for a minute, but
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said o.k. anyway.
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Irv swung the bus to the curb and followed Jimmy into the house. Irv noted
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it to be rather typical middle America decor, carpet wearing thin near the
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doors, and along obvious high traffic areas. Jimmy dropped his book bag near
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the kitchen and showed Irv where the phone was. The phone bill hadn't been
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paid in months. Irv frowned, and proceeded to wipe the boy's face with
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an antiseptic soaked cotton ball. Jimmy winced in pain, and ran into his
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room lying on a couch placed where a bed should be. Irv wandered
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in and took a seat on a mismatched recliner. "You've got a lot of furniture
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in here, kid." "Yeah. Better than having friends." Jimmy said. The two
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were quiet for a minute until Irv asked "How do you figure?" Jimmy looked
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straight at him for the first time, right into his eyes. Irv found it mildly
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disturbing. "Well, they always listen, and they always want to play with
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you... 'cept when Mom's home. They don't like Mom." Irv's eyes brightened
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with amusement. He looked around for a minute, uncomfortable with the silence
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and saw 2 multi colored school bags in the closet. They looked so damned
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familiar, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he saw them before.
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"You have any friends, Irv?" offered Jimmy from the couch. "Yeah, I know
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lots of people. I guess you could say I do." Jimmy frowned. "People
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aren't your friends. They always want something out of you. They always
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expect too much. A chair or a couch is just happy with you owning it."
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Again, the same disturbed silence. Irv decided that he'd best get rolling.
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"I gotta get going, kid." said Irv. He went to stand but found he couldn't.
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He couldn't even move. Each fiber of his clothing was interwoven with the
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fibers of the chair, and bound tightly. The burning started. Burning and
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eating away at his bared flesh, tearing and shredding. Agonizingly ripping
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at his tendons and meaty tissue. Irv's screams stopped abruptly as the chair
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soaked itself with a crimson stain. Jimmy knew that in time, it would dry.
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