in black and white. The man was now in a house half the size of what he was accustomed to, in a neighborhood less than desirable to boot. A lawyer had gotten beaten in the system, outsmarted at his own game. His young adult kids had turned their backs on him and he was nursing depression from the desolate look in his eyes. Nixon tried to feel sorry for the guy, but couldn’t muster the feeling. Still, he believed that if he followed his gut instinct and the instructions on that little piece of paper he’d written himself the prior year and placed in that jar, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be judged so hard by the universe for the bullshit he’d dealt to others in life.
I’ve already fucked up. I did it to get forgiveness from something or someone I am not even sure exists. Well, at least I tried. Good luck, Walter. It’s cheaper to keep her…
Several days later…
The second glass of merlot was tipped so the liquid would slide to the back of his eager throat, burning so good as it went down. He lusted for the flavor as his mind swam in the soothing salve of a good time. He smacked his lips, then polished it off, the last drop the very best of all. That all too familiar warmth flowed through his veins and the alcohol did its thing. Inhibitions he never knew he possessed, glinted and faded away amongst the crowd while drunken gods and goddesses whirled in the deep end of the watering hole. Electronica instrumental music played in the bar with pink and blue fluorescent lighting, Chicago’s one and only, ‘Raven’s.’ Nixon’s gut clenched as he fell into another fit of laughter. He’d been cracking up all night, so much his skull throbbed. He wouldn’t dare discuss what he’d seen and heard before he’d left the office. Most simply didn’t have the stomach for it.
“Hey! You’re cheating, Nixon! Cover your eyes!” Charlotte, his long-time friend, bellowed.
“They’re closed.”
“No, they aren’t. I can see you looking!” she yowled in her shrill feminine voice.
“How can you tell? I have some sorta eye condition according to you. You told me I must wear contacts, remember? You said that nobody has dark blue eyes naturally.”
“Faker.”
“Just pretend I can’t see you, Red. You say I ignore you all the time, anyway.”
“Bastard!” The woman smirked before turning to navigate the tables and standing patrons, her long, strawberry blond hair flowing behind her like a superhero cape.
“I know you’re still looking! Cheater!”
“I am not cheating. Run your fucking ass on. Hurry up.” He nonchalantly waved his fingers, then covered his eyes as the music vibrated within his very soul. The overwhelming, perfumed scent of his palms stunned him. He’d been hugging and giving cheek pecks to various women he knew that night so he’d ended up covered in tones of musk, citrus, and gardenia—but regardless, he didn’t budge.
“Don’t peek!” his friend bellowed from a distance as his other friends cackled.
Why did I agree to this shit?
The woman sounded as if she were scurrying away while they played a drunken game of Hide and Go Seek. 10… 9… 8… It was silly, but it was tradition whenever one of their own had a birthday party. All in all, the shit was in good fun. I’m ready for another drink. Let me hurry and get this over with.
When he got around his friends, he’d unwind, relax, let the chaotic work week slip away like freshly pumped cum between a pair of fleshy pussy lips. As a medical attorney in Chicago, his job was stressful to say the least. He was known as a wrecking ball, a keen, slick legal shark determined to squeeze every dime on behalf of his client. He had several billboards up around Chicago advertising his services, as well as radio and television ads with paid actors pretending to be him, of course. He much preferred pulling the strings behind the velvet curtain than being center stage. Besides, there was too much at risk. Someone had to draw a line in the sand. Despite the offers of local celebrityhood, he favored keeping his private life, well, private.
“She’s gone! Chase the rabbit!” one of his friends yelled, tearing him away from his deliberations.
“I’ve still got time on the clock.” He kept his eyes closed for a bit longer, pleased that his buddies were participating, too. They allowed him to take a much needed load off.
Truth be told, he looked forward