Post by Steve Sinclair on Jun 19, 2016 13:20:09 GMT
“Meow”
“Meow”
”Oh you’re such a nice little kitty aren’t ya? Yes you are! The best little kitty in the world and you know something Sparky…..”
Slowly fade in from pitch black, a blank screen, a screen of nothingness into a screen of a big bald guy with a goatee and a old faded tribal armband tattoo sitting at this old wooden desk, one that looks like it used to be a teacher’s desk from some rural elementary school back in the late 60’s early 70’s sitting in a matching wooden chair, one that swivels and rolls about on small cast iron wheels. This guy, this big biker looking guy in black jeans, a Harley shirt and a leather vest who, if he was standing up would be around six foot four, maybe six foot five not that one inch in height really matters, I’m just nitpicking, and weighs in around a healthy 230, maybe 235 pounds is sitting there petting a cat.
And he’s completely engrossed in petting and showing his cat some love and for the cat parts, he is loving him right back purring pretty damn loud.
”You’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Yes you are Sparky. My best friend. You know Spartacus when I was younger growing up, they made a doll for little boys and little girls. Yes they did!”
He scratches the cat named Spartacus or Sparky for short right behind the ear and Sparky leans into his index finger. He then cups the cat head and uses all four of his fingers and scratches the cat along the back of it’s head.
”It was called my buddy and when I was a young little lad getting picked on in school by the bigger kids and had no friends because no one wanted to hang out with Bester…..all I wanted was my very own My Buddy doll Sparky. I know, I was heart broken christmas after christmas when I never did get that My Buddy doll….”
His name is Bester. This we know. And he is sad. He lowers his head and stops petting his beloved cat Sparky. Sparky looks at him through his big feline eyes and gets up when it appears that Bester is starting to cry. Sparky headbutts Bester and rubs up along his big bald head.
Bester snickers. Tickles maybe? He slowly raises his hand and touches the cat. Sparky kicks in with even louder purring. He headbutts Bester again and this gets Bester to raise his head. His face is red and puffy around his eyes and he quickly wipes away any tears he had.
”Sorry. I was just thinking how I never got any presents at Christmas. I don’t think mom really loved me Sparky.”
Bester spins around in his chair, it squeaked as he spins it 180 degrees and right behind him is his bed. He lifts the mattress which is really a cheap foam mattress and he removes this folder. It’s a old beat up folder that has Joe Montana on it. It’s a picture of Joe and his baby blues in his prime so this folder is clearly from mid to late 80’s with the football world revolved around Joe Montana. Bester spins back around all happy now and sets the folder down on the desktop and opens it. Inside are several magazine clippings. Bester flips through a couple of clippings on the one side and after a second or two removes a clipping and holds it up. He closes his folder shut and sets this clipping on top of the folder making sure that the edges line up perfectly with the edges of the folder.
”Here it is Sparky! My Buddy!”
Bester has a magazine ad for the My Buddy doll, the kid riding in his big wheel holding the doll on his lap while peddling like mad down a grassy hill. Bester gazes at this ad with big puppy dog eyes.
”My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester starts to sing the jingle from the commercials.
”Where I go, he goes!
My Buddy!
My Buddy!
I’ll teach him everything I know….
My Buddy and me, like to climb up a tree
My buddy and me, we’re the best friends that could be.
My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester leans back in his chair as he starts to tear up again. He looks towards the back of the room, the far wall and looks at it…..
”My….buddy….and…...me…..” Best solmely says.
“Meow”
”Oh you’re such a nice little kitty aren’t ya? Yes you are! The best little kitty in the world and you know something Sparky…..”
Slowly fade in from pitch black, a blank screen, a screen of nothingness into a screen of a big bald guy with a goatee and a old faded tribal armband tattoo sitting at this old wooden desk, one that looks like it used to be a teacher’s desk from some rural elementary school back in the late 60’s early 70’s sitting in a matching wooden chair, one that swivels and rolls about on small cast iron wheels. This guy, this big biker looking guy in black jeans, a Harley shirt and a leather vest who, if he was standing up would be around six foot four, maybe six foot five not that one inch in height really matters, I’m just nitpicking, and weighs in around a healthy 230, maybe 235 pounds is sitting there petting a cat.
And he’s completely engrossed in petting and showing his cat some love and for the cat parts, he is loving him right back purring pretty damn loud.
”You’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Yes you are Sparky. My best friend. You know Spartacus when I was younger growing up, they made a doll for little boys and little girls. Yes they did!”
He scratches the cat named Spartacus or Sparky for short right behind the ear and Sparky leans into his index finger. He then cups the cat head and uses all four of his fingers and scratches the cat along the back of it’s head.
”It was called my buddy and when I was a young little lad getting picked on in school by the bigger kids and had no friends because no one wanted to hang out with Bester…..all I wanted was my very own My Buddy doll Sparky. I know, I was heart broken christmas after christmas when I never did get that My Buddy doll….”
His name is Bester. This we know. And he is sad. He lowers his head and stops petting his beloved cat Sparky. Sparky looks at him through his big feline eyes and gets up when it appears that Bester is starting to cry. Sparky headbutts Bester and rubs up along his big bald head.
Bester snickers. Tickles maybe? He slowly raises his hand and touches the cat. Sparky kicks in with even louder purring. He headbutts Bester again and this gets Bester to raise his head. His face is red and puffy around his eyes and he quickly wipes away any tears he had.
”Sorry. I was just thinking how I never got any presents at Christmas. I don’t think mom really loved me Sparky.”
Bester spins around in his chair, it squeaked as he spins it 180 degrees and right behind him is his bed. He lifts the mattress which is really a cheap foam mattress and he removes this folder. It’s a old beat up folder that has Joe Montana on it. It’s a picture of Joe and his baby blues in his prime so this folder is clearly from mid to late 80’s with the football world revolved around Joe Montana. Bester spins back around all happy now and sets the folder down on the desktop and opens it. Inside are several magazine clippings. Bester flips through a couple of clippings on the one side and after a second or two removes a clipping and holds it up. He closes his folder shut and sets this clipping on top of the folder making sure that the edges line up perfectly with the edges of the folder.
”Here it is Sparky! My Buddy!”
Bester has a magazine ad for the My Buddy doll, the kid riding in his big wheel holding the doll on his lap while peddling like mad down a grassy hill. Bester gazes at this ad with big puppy dog eyes.
”My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester starts to sing the jingle from the commercials.
”Where I go, he goes!
My Buddy!
My Buddy!
I’ll teach him everything I know….
My Buddy and me, like to climb up a tree
My buddy and me, we’re the best friends that could be.
My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester leans back in his chair as he starts to tear up again. He looks towards the back of the room, the far wall and looks at it…..
”My….buddy….and…...me…..” Best solmely says.