Standard disclaimer: if you want to complain about the hackneyed unbelievable drivel I write, lack of character development, or inflated breast sizes, be my guest.
Just know I won't care.
I sometimes enjoy reading the commentators that criticize my writing but if you're going to, remember, I already called it drivel. If you can't top that don't bother. Why people insist on displaying their own stupidity for the world to see always baffles me. Let's see the plot sucks, the characters aren't believable, I write like I didn't graduate high school (I didn't by the way), I barely know a noun from a verb, etc. Read at your own risk.
We all know the brilliant February Sucks story and the many, many, takes that have been on different endings. Here's mine, not as good as most of the others, and a lot less detailed. I wanted to keep it short close to 750 words
All the rights to this drivel, such as it is, are reserved to me and any resemblance to any other real or fictional character is purely delusion on the readers part.
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February sucks. Mine started with a bang and ended with a crash. I know that's backwards but the whole month was fucked up. Maybe you have heard of me. My name is Marc LaValliere and I used to be the starting tight end for the Smashers. Yeah that Marc LaValliere. At one point I was on top of the world and now nothing. And it all happened in February.
We had made it about two blocks when the phone rang. It was one of my guys calling. I was wondering how the husband had made it past them anyway.
"Hey dog what's up" I asked him. I had it on speaker. It was Herschel that spoke. Yup his dad had named him after Herschel Walker, but he wasn't no running back. He was built like a lineman but never made it past college ball. Him and Tiny were my backup. Tiny was another one not good enough for pro ball but even bigger than Herschel.
"Marc where you at man? Did you lay a finger on that bitch?"
"Not yet but I plan to fuck her really good. So how did that little man get past you? You never let them go by before?"
"Marc, man, listen to me. Turn the fuck around right now and get her back here right fucking now. And don't lay so much as one God damn finger on her. Her husband is waiting out front he said he would give you ten minutes then he's leaving."