haunted_comedy

The mongoloid kid on the other side of my hall wall wont stop running up and down. The house like my head throbs with every retarded stomp. Take him outside, I say to the ceiling. Take him outside, I say to the wall. I’m not just making assumptions about his health. These neighbors used to have a young black guy come and play with him every Tuesday afternoon. I’d listen to this whole “session” from my window. Wondered if it was some kind of early racial training. They were the type to do stuff like that. Wear masks in their own backyard during the pandemic into which the poor child was born. Brow beaten and milk white types. I came to believe that the black guy who played with their kid (as the mother watched silently) was actually for the mother, to teach her how to not have such a stick up her ass. A stick would be better. Hers is a stick rubbed to a nub by cocktails of psychiatric medication she is (probably) on to keep those walls from throbbing. Day or two after she gave birth, I was cornered by her on my own porch. She was practically shouting at me as if I was Juliet, except I was only a few feet up. She detailed for me (and whole street) what it was like to give birth. Eyes aflame she spoke of her calm doctors, the pressure inside her guts before she was knocked out, the skin of her thighs stretched beyond what is considered normal. The husband - half her size - gently tries to interject, I pretend its unnoticeable, her face red sweat saying, “I wish I had known nobody would be there for me when I woke up. It was very odd! To be alone!” They had only moved in a few months ago so the husband was pretty embarrassed. But we squared up a year later, when these neighbors were the ones I called on the day my own mental bedazzlements threatened to turn (I believed) into a real heart attack. They brought me water, vitamins, took my blood pressure and didn’t ask where my girlfriend had gone. So I haven’t complained about every morning being like the march of the mongoloids. They’d cage him up even more. So I keep my mouth shut about it. Redirect the hose here. Shut I can’t do but this I can. You poor mongoloid bastard piece of shit motherf