One day as I was walking barefoot through the muck I came across a family of talking possums. They agreed to take me in as their own. For the next several years I lived as one of marsupials. Through a freak genetic feeding program I grew too big for the nest and it was time for me to find my next great adventure.
It was at this time for which I would meet my first love. Instead of becoming a basketball star and riding that wave through college I decide love would pay for my school. It would provide everything I need. All I needed was love and primal sex. Mostly primal animal sex.
I ran freely not a care in the world and it was at that moment when I meet her.
There she stood towering over her minions. The dark temptress, the queen of the damned the one and only bitch to bring me to my knees. Dressed in the current latex cow fashions my pupils over dilated as they ran up and down her skin. I was instantly drawn into the madness of her evil desire. It was sexy. It wanted me inside and I choose to give in freely. We became partners in crime as our blood pact sealed the physical and emotional bond. I knew the path we headed on. The destination was purgatory. I didn't care.
While we danced around in the dark abyss, life continued to evolve outside. I twirled and twirled in ecstasy as she stood on top of my lap. Faster I went never slowing down. Soon the motion stopped and there I was alone. Left in the abyss. Kicking and screaming like a rapid dog in heat being pulled away from the fix. I wept. With nowhere to return I traveled back to the hills where the kin folk welcomed me with open arms. I spent the next several years wandering around the compound. Fearful of leaving it too far behind, yet just enough to examine my surroundings. Until one day there it was, so bright in the night sky. The twinkling star. This night was different. It was as if a resounding clang from a cymbal awoke in me. Go west young man. Go west the inner voice spoke softly yet firm. The next day I packed my shopping cart full of beans and rice and journeyed to the unknown land.
I spent those college years in the jungles of Panama. I walked around in my grass skirt. There I was taken in by a family of Madagascar Hissing Coach Roaches. They treated me as their own. I was at peace once again. Curiosity propelled me forward. I should have known better as I was warned about the beautiful mermaids that live in the sea. Many young celibate men were tempted by her siren. She was not easily swayed by gifts and promises men left. Yet somehow she could sense I was different than the usual. She said I was sincere, and freely gave with no expectations of reward. The once magnificent mermaid who had turned away thousands of men was now enthralled with one; me.
I in turn was enamored to even feel the preference of a force that was only dreamt of by mortal men. She was the most magnificent of them all. She was not like the Ice Bitch. This Mermaid was pure. So why did I domesticate her? She left the underwater world for me; I was the happiest pecker in all Latin America. But as all moments of joy, it is fleeting. Eventually the community of the sea creatures came back for her. They told her home was not with me. I am not like them they said and do not deserve such a Perl. The mermaid succumbed to the pressures and my chains to her only reiterated the truth that I had failed to understand love. I had only held it for a baby's breath.
Now, left empty and to ponder my existence I left the jungle for another terrain. Only briefly did I see, taste, and smell, this new wonder of Ukraine. Yummy... Red Borscht made by Gypsies. With the new found hope I let go the braces that held me under false security by the rails of my old life I knew was finally making sense of this rain and sunshine as it took the shape of a new face.
A new chapter begins for the story. It is slowly unfolding.