I Don't Like Mondays
Jared, are you okay? You look a little distant today," asked Sabrina. "I'm fine, mom. Honest..." answered Jared unconvincingly. The pink, young weasel stood on the welcome mat of his Denver house while he mother sorted his backpack out. She shoved...
Jared and Gnat - Part Nine - Meeting Moxy Mae Rotter
The red Ford Focus roared down at the highway with the sun high above. I noticed that the speedometer read '90mph', but I doubted it... This piece of junk? I'm not complaining, but get real. It was probably doing seventy at most. At the rate we were...
Jared and Gnat - Part Eight - A New Journey
When I woke up, that sweet sex smell from a few hours ago still filled the room. The air was so musky and thick that the scent of our juices almost congealed in it, sedating us further. I had some sense of purpose in my blood that morning, and the...
Jared and Gnat - Part Seven - Am I Gone?
It was 5:30am, totally pitch black outside and I was listening to Alice in Chains on my old-ass Walkman, slumped in my armchair. My blinking was long and drawn out, getting tired. Layne Staley died of a heroin overdose, but strangely, this music was my...
Jared and Gnat - Part Six - You Love Me
I woke up the next day with a bad headache, with Gnat sprawled across my chest. He's beautiful when he's sleeping; a small part of his two front teeth peeking out between his lips, ears flickering sometimes and that stupid grin on his face. What's the...
Jared and Gnat - Part Five - Already Dead
Lightning flashed outside as Jared sat up agitated. Of course, it had to be stormy, didn't it? Being calm and quiet would mean Jared would finally get some fucking sleep, and we don't want that, do we? He sat on the moth eaten couch looking down at...
Jared and Gnat - Part Four - Bullet
It had been three days now since Jared had decided to get clean... And it had been hell. Jared tried replacing the heroin with gum, caffeine and simply playing out his addictions on guitar, but the call of the drug was strong and would break most men....
Jared and Gnat - Part Three - Introspection
Some nights, Jared would wake up screaming. He would thrash about and cut himself, punch walls out and smash things up. After all that was done, he would usually slink back down to his mattress and cry himself back to sleep. His crying was not that of...
Jared and Gnat - Part one - Habit
Jared the weasel slowly opened his eyes, but a piercing headache forced him to close them. He wasn't ready to get up just yet, anyway, he thought as he lay on his belly on the carpetless floor. There was silence, and the air was stiflingly warm and...
Jared and Gnat - Part Two - Home
Jared and Gnat crashed in through the front door of their squat, clutching a few syringes. The stifling air hit them both like a brick wall, and Gnat spluttered. It was that kind of air that you would feel when sat in a car with the windows up on a...