Adam After Dark

“I hurt myself today… to see if I still feel… I focus on the pain… the only thing that’s real”

Craif was drunk again. But not the kind of drunk you see in people when they’ve been out partying all night. No. This was the kind of drunk you see in a person who despises their own existence. A certain level of intoxication that makes one wonder what that person could have done in their past life to want to punish their own body in such a manner. His eyes were crusted shut.  Had he been crying?  God only knew.

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“Open your eyes, Craif…. Craif… open your eyes.”

The sound of the surgeon’s voice stirred the sleeping beast. Craif raised his hand to shield his eyes from the soft florescent light.

“Seriously Craif,” the surgeon commanded, “Quit fucking around. Your surgery was 8 weeks ago. This is just a follow up visit.”

“Then why am I so groggy?” Craif asked.

“Oh I don’t know,” the surgeon responded. “It probably has something to do with that all you can eat, gravy buffet you just came from.”

“Oh yeah,” Craif responded. He had almost forgotten how awesome he was.

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Craif’s hand quivered with delight as he read the numbers on the screen over and over again. Each time matching them to the numbers he had selected on his lottery ticket.

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My God, how had it come to this? It had been prophesized that this day would come. As Craif lay on the floor of the large bathroom stall with his belt around his neck he stared at ceiling feeling not an ounce of shame. This was a stall designed for the “handi-capable” folks that were still functional and didn’t require the use of adult diapers. “Fuck ‘em” thought Craif. In his mind it was his own hard work that brought in the money that was used to pay for these nice facilities. He would shit and nap wherever he saw fit.

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They had been in this situation before. They stood before the owner of the factory, a conglomerate of evil.  Theirs was the industry leader for home enemas and when it came to rectal cleansing, there was no finer team.  He was their king.  Their lord.  He was known by all who worked for him by his code name, the Silver Fox. Continue reading “The Office Diaries”