First time...With a Bullet

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First Time... with a Bullet

excerpt by QP Murphy

School sucked. Guy lived for Saturday night. The girls known as the Future Whores of America stayed friends with them but nobody was getting any ass. Sonny could still get one of his dad’s cars so they could ride the strip. Friday and Saturday nights were the only relief he seemed to get from his paradoxical life. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t affect any changes, no matter how small, when he knew what was destined to happen to him. This was perplexing him and instead of his vast experience and knowledge of psychology aiding in his development it was now contributing to his weakened mental state. He thought that sooner or later he was going to have to share this reality with someone. But whom he did not know. Perhaps someone he didn’t really know. But, not just yet. So, the weekend nights cruising the strip usually got paradoxes and time travel out of Guy’s mind. Hours spent driving up and down the main city street, always in search of action and pussy. They would pick up girls that they thought they could have sex with. It wasn’t happening. But, Sonny loved it. He was always able to get chicks to talk to him. He was a

smooth, greasy motherfucker, Guy thought. He seemed to be able to attract the girls, anywhere, anytime. One time he jumped off of a railroad trestle hoping to get some time out of school. He coerced Guy and Bobby to call for an ambulance. Reluctantly, they did and Sonny was taken to the hospital. It turned out that he had a slight concussion and remained in the hospital for a week. A week of getting high on the pain meds and having dozens of girls file in and out of his room oohing and aahing and wanting to take care of him. Then one night they got picked up. Two older girls, probably in their early twenties, picked up Guy and Sonny on the Strip. They were two larger girls, driving a Baby Blue, 1957 Chevy Impala. A beautiful classic car. The larger of the girls got in back and invited Guy to join her. He did and his friend got in the front with the driver. Over the course of their road trip Guy learned, from his very talkative and slightly drunk new friend, that she was twenty-two, weighed 230 pounds, and was five months pregnant with her second child. It made no matter to Guy. She was touching and rubbing him in a manner that said she liked him and wanted him. He was enjoying it and thought that he might get to go all-

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