Road to Cupid

Lets see whats on newgrounds.com, click...... .... .... .... .... page loading... the world of 56k speed internet, a very uneventful world. Much like my world at the moment, think I'll take a breather outside while this loads. Another picturesque summer day and I'm sitting out in my back yard waiting for text and pictures to appear. The midday sun slaps me in the face and starts leaving me tender, I seek shade under the shadows of my house... man this is boring. With hands clasped behind my head I wonder how I got here, sitting here in this one horse town. Tumble weeds whistle pass, followed by a gust that kicks up dust and debris.. feels like I am stranded out in the "wild wild west" only my version doesn't star Will Smith and giant mechanical spiders or Selma Hyak? Heyerak? ... It just stars me.

Hey only 4 months till we graduate, exciting at the same time depressing knowing that some of us will part our separate ways. But I was content for what a bunch of great friends I had, grateful that I've known some since primary school and overwhelmed to have met a bunch of new ones. My studies were going alright I guess? after all I wanted is to pass.. , wasn't sure of my future ambitions maybe that will develop as I continue to mature over these 4 months. I even had income!
Now it wasn't my dream job obviously, (when I was 5 Iv'e always dreamed of becoming a trolley pusher/collector for commercial retailers which exploit you in return pay you $6.50 an hour....) take into consideration it was my first job and couple of my friends who were in the biz helped hook me up. For some reason I thought it would be awesome. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing can take any of this away from me.. nothing and no one, right?....

Mr Q was popular amongst our peers we were friends since high school. On the surface a friendly guy who flared witty humor which was well received. Towering 6'2" and portraying what some would say Hispanic and knee grow back ground (he wasnt), my guess is he believed this was quite "cool" and possessed some reputation.. maybe so. Mr Q underneath, the persona which very few see was my demise.

I don't know why he is staring at me like that? checking the mirror, no nothing in my hair and my eyebrows arnt shaved. Man Mr Q is still staring at me for some reason... what does he want? I continue to chat amongst my friends and occasionally glance back at his direction, he still wears a sinister smirk and eyes piercing in my direction. By now I was getting pissed, maybe I over reacted and lashed out but who can blame me, would you like being starred down? at least give me a reason right?... Class commences I'm in my seat distracted still thinking what the hell? I peir out the window and there he is... Mr Q standing there with the same expresion concentrating his stare into my direction. How long is this guy going to keep up this facade?

Stage 2... fuck.. who the fuck chucked chicken at me, I circled around examining my suroundings Mr Q.. with that same smirk and stare. Steven the dim witted doll, I thought it was him as he was socially retarded, when I questioned him he responded like a dog being shown algebra. Then I realised fabricating such a prank was too complex for Steven (hours later). How could I look pass Mr Q.. he was no Whodeni (spelling) at covering his tracks, I could feel he was enjoying tormenting me. Ultimately I confronted him, why the hell you do that for? he denied it making me look like the vilan in front of his possy

Great.. this fuck was giving me shit why should I tolerate it. My vision of Mr Q turned transparent, this guy is a fraud. I can hear him breathing behind people, rumors spread like Chinese whispers and I start to feel uneasy. I dont need this guy, soon enough I'll be out of here and he'll just be a memory. I've still got my lifetime of friends. Hey Lester wanna hang at the Plaza later? ... Lester? ..... Well fuck you too!

Stage 3...