The Professor
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It's me again.
Want to hear a funny story? Yesterday I was shaving and I stared in the mirror for about five minutes before I realized that I was looking at myself. Somehow behind all the emotional scars and years of pain I was able to find my essence. Upon realizing that this abomination of a reflection was me, I vomited immediately and burst into tears. The girls attempted to check in on me, but I merely told them it was a side effect of long termed exposure to Chemical X. They bought it.
I met a girl today. We hit it off outside of the gas station, she told me about her dreams to be a singer and move to New York. She had a nice little hardbody and seemed truly interested in my work. Then she asked me to buy her cigarettes. She was 15. Why I didn't end it all then and there, I do not know. And you know what the worst part is? I bought them for her. I mean, I even paid for them! Jesus! I realize how pathetic I am.
I called up the girls' teacher, Miss Keen, to try to score a date. You know what she said. "Oh, Professor. I just don't know. I just don't know." By this time I'd already had a few drinks and was hitting the Jack pretty hard. "Listen, you harlot. You listen to me, ok? You listen good. I need this, alright? I need you in my life. I won't hurt you. This will be nothing like last time." She hung up. I'll call her later. Dear God, I hope she comes around. I know she might not be the hottest little number, but trust me, she has what the Professor needs.
I thought about ingesting some Chemical X tonight as well. I was curious to what it would do to me...Would I get superpowers? Skin rash? Would I become a leper? Instant death, perhaps? I would have opted for instant death. I also considered mixing it in my Long Island Ice Tea...But in the end I just stared at the cauldron of the stuff and wondered how long it would take me before I decided to drown myself in it's mystery.
No matter how I do it, I have to make it look like an accident. I'm a scientist, for crying out loud. I'd be too easy to make it look like an accident. I couldn't put the girls through it, though. Even if they would be better off without me...even though the entire world would be better off without me, I know that I lack the courage and fortitude to ever bring physical harm to myself or others. Emotional harm is another story.
Until next time,
The Professor
Want to hear a funny story? Yesterday I was shaving and I stared in the mirror for about five minutes before I realized that I was looking at myself. Somehow behind all the emotional scars and years of pain I was able to find my essence. Upon realizing that this abomination of a reflection was me, I vomited immediately and burst into tears. The girls attempted to check in on me, but I merely told them it was a side effect of long termed exposure to Chemical X. They bought it.
I met a girl today. We hit it off outside of the gas station, she told me about her dreams to be a singer and move to New York. She had a nice little hardbody and seemed truly interested in my work. Then she asked me to buy her cigarettes. She was 15. Why I didn't end it all then and there, I do not know. And you know what the worst part is? I bought them for her. I mean, I even paid for them! Jesus! I realize how pathetic I am.
I called up the girls' teacher, Miss Keen, to try to score a date. You know what she said. "Oh, Professor. I just don't know. I just don't know." By this time I'd already had a few drinks and was hitting the Jack pretty hard. "Listen, you harlot. You listen to me, ok? You listen good. I need this, alright? I need you in my life. I won't hurt you. This will be nothing like last time." She hung up. I'll call her later. Dear God, I hope she comes around. I know she might not be the hottest little number, but trust me, she has what the Professor needs.
I thought about ingesting some Chemical X tonight as well. I was curious to what it would do to me...Would I get superpowers? Skin rash? Would I become a leper? Instant death, perhaps? I would have opted for instant death. I also considered mixing it in my Long Island Ice Tea...But in the end I just stared at the cauldron of the stuff and wondered how long it would take me before I decided to drown myself in it's mystery.
No matter how I do it, I have to make it look like an accident. I'm a scientist, for crying out loud. I'd be too easy to make it look like an accident. I couldn't put the girls through it, though. Even if they would be better off without me...even though the entire world would be better off without me, I know that I lack the courage and fortitude to ever bring physical harm to myself or others. Emotional harm is another story.
Until next time,
The Professor
