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    Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 31

    And at that moment the pain was unbearable.

    But since I was none of those things, I had to do what a girl had to do to erase the memory of THAT phone call, the sound of THAT voice, the look of shock and guilt on THAT face. I needed a fix and I needed one BAD. And the only place I knew I could get what I needed was THE MALL.

    I straddled the Sportster, feet flat on the ground, arms crossed, neck bent and eyes closed tightly. I shook my head slowly from side to side replaying THOSE words over and over in my brain.(DON’T WORRY, K, YOUR WIFE DOESN’T SUSPECT A THING. SHE IS SO WRAPPED UP IN HERSELF THAT SHE IS CLUELESS) . I took slow deep breaths, savoring the sweet smell of my leather jacket as I patiently waited for the traffic light to change from red to green. ( DOESN’T SUSPECT A THING . . DOESN’T SUSPECT A THING . . . SO WRAPPED UP IN HERSELF THAT SHE IS CLUELESS . . .CLUELESS . . . CLUELESS) Damn, I needed a donut, a Dew and some Bette-n-Tina *****-like fan fiction ***** so badly my body literally shook and ached like a true addict in withdrawal. If I could get to Barnes and Nobles and grab a computer before the after-work crowd looking for victims to cyber stalk, I just might be able to find some relief.

    I began tapping my right root nervously and quickly on the ground as I waited for the light. Feeling my patience growing thinner with each replay of that answering machine  message from Dr. Repp, I cursed her , my wife, my life (MOTHER ***** YOU K . . . I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME STUPID. . YOU HAD TO PICK HER OF A PEOPLE.GAWWDDAMM YOU K . . . *****, *****, ***** HOW COULD I BE SO ***** STUPID. . . SO CLUELESS). I uncrossed my arms and began rubbing my wrists which were still sore and bruised from being handcuffed to the towel rack in our bathroom for over three hours.

    Being so totally self-absorbed, so wrapped up in my own thoughts, I didn’t notice the changing of the traffic light. But when the nearly invisible-behind-the-wheel octogenarian in the boat-like Delta 88, honked his horn to get my attention, I jerked my head up so quickly I gave myself a whiplash. (***** THAT HURT , PIECE OF ***** OLD MAN. . . CAN ANYTHING GO RIGHT FOR ME TODAY??)

    Comments

    1. Awesome chapter there beach. I am too addicted to the beloved Sea but I also look forward to your work as well. don’t keep up waiting so long next time.

    2. i know you probably didn’t feel funny, but it was hilarious, especially vision of bette and the need for a donut and B&T porn-like sex fan fic…thanks, i haven’t laugh like that for quite long time

    3. She’s alive!!!! I saw your name and just about fell out of my chair! There are so many over the top, hilarious lines in this chapter, I would have to just retype the whole thing in the comment box in order to make sure I got them all. This is pure T6Beach…and it doesn’t get any funnier than that! Talk with you soon!

    4. Beachie, it is so good to see a chapter from you and an honor to be mentioned in it. This chapter was so damn funny and it put me in such a great mood that I will be smiling all day. Take care and thanks again for writing this chapter for us.

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