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whatever inspired me to do this, i don't know, but it just all came out and there was no revising it. here it is, raw, stupid, pointless. Kaster Lewis is seven years old and he lives alone in a studio apartment in Dinkytown. he is 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, thick bones, large penis, green eyes, white skin, raggy hair, and he has a large scar on his back. he loves to drink. Lewis got out of bed to turn off the alarm clock. Outside, on 14th and University, college students and cars crammed and jammed everywhere. From his 5th story room on 13th and University he watched the commotion for a few moments, gathered his wits, starred long and hard at the asses and tits, and went to the sink to brush his teeth. "ahhh, yea" Lewis said to himself as he plopped down on his couch. a half empty bottle of whiskey lay on the cushion to his right and he grabbed it and flicked the top off. "this is what it's all about, booze, mornings, and no parents" he thought. he took a swig, ehh, whisky wasn't the thing for today and he pushed the bottle aside. in his boyish delight he grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV to the Saturday morning cartoons. A show called "totally spies" was on, slim cartoony girly girls working for a white guy - doing stereotypical spy missions and spy stuff; breaking into prisons to free a "good" guy, gathering around a steel table and watching the mission info spread out as a hologram, the funny white guy explaining in his sophisticated accent. life was going great for Lewis at the moment. he had recently broken out from his parents custody by beating his dad at a drinking contest and bitching about shit more then his mom. then, he conned them to send off some money once a month to pay for rent, food, candy, and booze. he was only 7 after all and the only jobs he could get were the tax free jobs, the illegal jobs, were he could easily lie about his age. today he was gonna get drunk. "i'm gonna party tonight!!!" Lewis whispered. he couldn't wait, the last time he got |
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"i'm gonna party tonight!!!" Lewis whispered. he couldn't wait, the last time he got drunk and partied he crashed at a girls place and spent the night fucking her hard. the funny thing is that she got pregnant from this and when Lewis found out he said it was impossible because he was only seven and couldn't cum. "ahh i love being young, i can trick, lie, steal, fuck hard, masterbate in public, not work - i can do whatever i want - i gotta do this my whole life" he thought. the clothes found him and he was out his door, destination: outside. out to see the people. humming a merry tune, the olympics theme song, he skipped down the 5 flights of stairs and landed softly, pushed the door, and skipped outside, humming. he found a bum on the sidewalk bumming change off people. "hey man, my girlfriend just told me to get a life and now i ain't got a place to stay. can you help me get my ass back in the house?" the bum asked Lewis. "if you buy me some booze." said Lewis as he grabbed a twenty out of his back pocket. "sure shit man, you aint 21 though? shit, i thought you was 31" "i'm 7 actually" "okay let's go" they strolled down a block, walked across the u of m campus, the bum and the 7 year old. the whole way there the bum was talking some real strange shit. "oh lawdy i gets back to school and - shit lookada ass!" the bum spat out, the more he talked the further it got from coheritness, if that's a world however you spell it. he went on. "and now lawdy i gets me a - my metha ta toska shiat! i find a panties n wear dat shit fo you, fo sho." it kept comming. "kid, yu get me a fix too? id day say i need one. dat amuesement park damn to gone and dis shit aint fun unless you stoned or riding coasters." more, "we need to care for the people! apathy has gone on for too long, we need love! we need hate! i am born to crucify mankind!" they finaly got to the liquor store, on the other side of the main grounds, and Lewis handed him the twenty. "oka |
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"okay" he said, "this is what i want. one liter of vodka, that's it, you can buy something to and we will be square" "sho shit" said the bum and walked into the store. a few moments later he came out with two bags. "excellent" said Lewis. the bum handed him one bag, Lewis peered inside - "Classic Vodka" - the bum had his bag. "keep the change man" said Lewis. "ahhhh god loves! have mercy on him! society is a played out term!" said the bum. the genius and the snurf walked back to the street corner, for some reason, like it was their home, where they met, where they stayed, the bum and Lewis hammed it up a bit. they talked about the pretty college girls, drinking, and mostly about sex, of which, Lewis confessed, he is rather new with. "bro, you aint fucked like i've fucked" said the bum. "yea i've only done it once, i want to do it again tonight though." "i mean shit i've ass fucked, 69 fucked, three some, four some, five some... fucked once on this street too" "hey man, your a pretty cool dude" "see ya" "peace" so they parted ways just like that. time to count the gains. Lewis walked off with the paper bag and litter of vodka and the bum walked off with the paper bag and ..... the end. |
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i agree. kids are growing up too fast these days! |
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is he really twenty-eight? |
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no he's 7 i don't know how old the bum is |
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classic. |
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odd that i read this after watching kids |
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