the story...

this little guy is headed to Fort Wayne for a postcard art show with a theme of "secrets"
...this is the story,
15 to 16 years ago...
it was a strange attraction, one that left me tiptoeing (keeping it "secret") around the other fellas that he lived with cause they were all my friends and copious amounts of shit was all I would have gotten if they knew i had hooked up with this guy. he was the odd man out in the house, not in a good way. not sure what i was thinking... still makes my stomach turn a little.
he worked at a strip club... he smelled like cologne all the time... he owned snakes, lots of snakes. in his collection was a male and female wild indian pythons that he had flown in. (or so he told such a young, attentive and naive girl such as myself) the female was a nasty lady and because they were wild they needed to eat something alive. well... he had 4 of the cutest rabbits i had ever seen.
one of the last days i saw him...
"you need to see this once in your life" he said,
the rabbit sat in the corner of the cage for what seemed like forever...
1/2 hour later... she strikes at the rabbit... coils herself around... it screams unlike any animal i have ever heard... like a human.
he reaches in the cage and breaks the rabbit's legs, of course, to lessen damage to the snake.
this is what i needed to see at least once in my life? the image is forever burned in my brain... along with his bad style... bad hair... bad cologne and my less than exceptional adolescent taste in men.
the end