Rock Bottom
By Kevy-D
The spoken/written word of the man, the myth... the legend.
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This is a rant I wrote for the inaugural (and only) issue of my zine' "Rock Bottom Monthly"... I'm quite proud of this one.
Stop! Right there! That's it…that's the image I want to remember you as forever. It's perfect. You can't make me change it now, it's too late. I've cemented it. Yeah, that look on your face, that sneer in an "I don't give a fuck" sort of way. It makes you look so cool, but not like you're trying to be cool…you just are. The best part, the part people would refer to as "intriguing" is the vacant stare in your eyes. The one that lets me know that any intelligence you might have had is awash in a sea of bong hits. I will forever remember you climbing out of your brand new SUV, but doing it in such a way that you still looked "dirty" or "like a hippie", but not a peace loving hippie, just kinda an "I don't give a fuck…but it's cool" hippie. God, what girl would ever let you put your disgusting hands on her? Obviously a few, because you always seem to have some sort of exploit to brag about to your other friends. But you respect girls and shit, 'cept when they're dumb sluts…then you just sleep with them. I'll remember you're brand new tattoo, the Chinese symbol that stand for "harmony or some shit like that". I forever see you in high school, even though you'll be out soon. It probably won't matter. Even though you're a complete waste of space, I think even you realize that after you walk across that stage and get your diploma that your life is going to take a turn for the worst. You'll live with mom and dad for a year. Do a one semester stint at community college, then get yourself a mundane job and move into a shitty apartment, where you will become the host of some fabulous high school parties…trying to sleep with more girls by showing off your new tattoo, or maybe enticing them with your "I don't give a fuck" mystique. I should do the world a favor and just get rid of your right now. I should tear out those eyes of yours just so I can hear the wind blow around in all that nothing inside your head. You probably wouldn't even feel me start ripping your teeth out, as long as you could make a joke out of it with your friends….providing you're all fucked up of course. You pathetic little shit.
I gotta stop looking in the mirror so much.
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