Bad Trip

I love my goat...

   Beating on my chest, I told him “I’m not f****n’ ill-iterate!” and then spit my tooth at him. Bewildered, this wounded man stared at me stunned, like a deer in my headlights. I continued by yelling viciously at him “I got three teeth left you happy?” right as I finished saying this he slapped me! I had a Gomer Pile surprise, surprise, look attacked to my face as I said “What’s that for?”. He rose up and bowed up “A b***h slap for a b***h!” He replied, as I dirtily poked him in the eye.
   On the ground now, he stumbled and moaned as I pulled out my phone, dialing 911 and as the phone rang, I proceeded to beat him with it. It took about a good minute for the operator to get on the call “911 what seems to be the problem?” said the women operator on a half smashed phone “He slept with my goat!” I yelled as I kicked him in the belly. All the while mumbling under my breath “you son-of-ah-b***h!”. “What?” the 911 operator replied. “My favorite goat!” I yelled as tears formed in my hallucinogen eyes and I uncontrollably started to cry. Able to get it together, I continued my reply “He fucked my favorite goat!” sobbing away " and she liked it!”
   I could hear in the background of my pain her voice in vain “Sir, do you realize you called 911?” I replied while kicking him as he crawled upon the ground. “Do you realize you’re talking to me?” the heartless women’s voice returned into my world of sorrow “What?”. I sobbed out “the goat...she used to love me!” This stone-cold woman in the form of a 911 operator returned again with “Sir, this is an emergency line, do you understand…” I interjected with a soul so dejected “I understand you don’t but, you would though... if you had a goat!” She replied “What?”. I said “exactly” as I hung up the phone.
   I looked at him a bloody mound upon the ground as the goat came over and licked his bloody face. With a discussed look I shook my head and said to my love, my goat, “oh ok I see now, I see it f*****g now!” louder now “You choose him over me? You’re a disgusting little c**t! And to think I let you eat all my f*****g shirts!” She looked at me with uncompromising eyes; as if she had no idea what I was talking about! 

  As I fell to my knees sobbing, I stoked her hairy chin while she chewed on my sleeve. Without question, I gave her the shirt off my back and she ate that. When she was done, she went over to him and ate his shirt off his lifeless body. She was a user, a user of men’s hearts and as she has torn mine from my chest. Now defeated, I fell sopping away in the fetal position. This dark time in my mind slowly became illuminated with the pounding lights behind me that seemed to find me. I spit out the blood in distaste as cuffs were placed. Then I pass out, exiting this place in disgrace. In those final moments still seeing her face…

   I woke up in detox, in a brick box, with no socks, next to a guy with dreadlocks. My wrist is locked to the bed a nice knot is raised on my head. After a while, I start to realize I awoke from a bad trip and, due to the drugs. So I am told, that I hallucinated all that s**t, but that still doesn’t explain the goat hair on my dick.... ..sick….sith unknown... ..sick….sith unknown... by The Unknown Sith