The End By Alton Murphy

The End


Everybody saw this coming, what did the people expect. I can’t help but feel remorseful. Problems, Problems they can’t control, Problems that have no effect on their lives, they will be the first to die. Who knew? I did. The voters did too. But they were too busy listening to the hate, the option of one. Sure maybe “The one” had a valid reason to do what she did. But there is no reason to take millions of innocent people on this odium driven tirade. Democracy on papers sounds great, but there is a fine line between Democracy and a Dictatorship. How many times have you voted for a person not an issue? Probably every time. You vote for what somebody else wants, and you follow suit. If you really cared that much about your beliefs, you would vote for people the world has never heard of, from a political party you know nothing about. Sure you’re still free to vote for who you really want, and for the issues you feel are most imperative, but who’s to say they we’re essential in the first place. Not the people.
Its funny how when you facing devastation, you worry more about everybody else, and not yourself. Our free will power house is about to face The End, and I’m wasting my final minutes going on extensive political Jamba. I should be reminiscing on the regrets in my life, then find the glee in the otherwise grey life I’ve lead.
I regret choosing a career. It’s would have been nice to take the job route, wake up every day, same job same people, close to home, close to family, friends. But I took the career course. Every decision you make can make or break your entire life, no time for family or friends. New people every year, different setting every year as well, working and working to reach that elite status. Reaching it, but still never happy. I regret cheating on my wife. Wait….No, I don’t really regret that. I do regret getting married, but not the whole cheating thing. I never loved her, I loathed her. Then why get married? Who knows, if you’re married right now, don’t question it, and just go along with it. As soon as you question it that’s when tiny little impulses kick in. That sounds hard but trust me, if you want to remain happy never question marriage, it becomes quick sand as soon as you do.
Friends, I have friends, and I’m glad I did. Because if I didn’t, I’d be somebody’s lunch right now. More like an appetizer, I’m only a Buck 50.
Larry, my buddy Larry, my best friend since I became an adult. Adult friendships are the most important; I was never interested in keeping up with kids I went to school with. To talk to them I had to dumb myself up. I can’t do that, still can’t. I feel I’m smarter than everybody and I don’t mind letting them know that. But Larry is the exception. He dumb sure, Lazy, worthless 80% of the time, but he knows it, and accepts it. That’s hard to find. He makes it seem as if he knows something others don’t. I admire that. While he’s at home playing video games in sweat pants, drinking orange soda and eating god knows what, I’m working, fighting with my wife, drinking, smoking, and watching a giant assortment of porn. Why are me and Larry such good friends? Because he’s the only person I feel is smarter than me. Here I am taking life serious, slipping into a psychotic episode because my job is stressful, and Larry just leveled up on Pirate Wars.
He’s a good friend, the kind a guy a man needs when he faces an episode he doesn’t want to be a man about. Like a death in the family or what have you. I just wish there was more I could have done to stop what happened from happening. I did everything I could. I did everything I could. I did everything I could.
Allison Taylor, the avenger for a Munch free USA. Every bad event in the last year can be traced back to her. Mayor Allison Taylor, Beautiful, smart, interesting, the whole package as far as a woman goes. She just wasn’t book kind of smart. She was street smart. She knows how to read people and manipulate them, happened to me. As a member of the media it is my job to report accurate accounts of current events. But not with Allison. When word caught wind that she was using tax payer money to pay for a new hot tub, guess who the first to test out the waters was? My wife…. But me soon after.
Yes, the crazy love triangle that is my life. I love my wife, my wife loves Allison, Allison likes sex with me, and when my wife found out the sex I gave Allison was so good, all of a sudden she wanted it. So if you’re interested here’s how a twisted Sexcapade begins. Allison used her body for good press. She fucks me, I write a fluff piece about all the good she does in the community. My wife being the selfish person she is doesn’t want me to have something to myself, so she seduces Allison, and the rest is Damp history.
To me the word regret does not exist. If I make a decision it’s mine. The word regret is an excuse. Besides certain words that shouldn’t exist, some phrases should be eliminated. Like “do what’s best for you”. Talk about excuses. Those words are the biggest reason for quitting, because the majority of the time what’s best for you, is giving up.


Alton Murphy