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| Copyright 1999 by Adam Johnson | |||||||||||||||||
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Kind of my tribute to Dante's Inferno. This is one of my favorites. This will be in the June/99 issue of Bloody Muse. Their link is on my page. “Welcome back to the Jerome Bouncer show. Today we’re talking with women who have recently found out their man is cheating on them, and now they want to tell them ‘Go to hell.’” “Before the break we were talking with Sherry, who says she found used condoms in her boyfriend’s car, as well as a pair of women’s underwear. Tell us, Sherry, how did you feel when you found these items?” Dante paced back and forth in the Green Room, ignoring what his soon to be ex-girlfriend was saying about him on live television. He didn’t care how much she bad-mouthed him. Anyone watching the show could see what a fat, ugly pig she is. Who wouldn’t have cheated on her? Dante ran his fingers over his closely shaven head. His hair was black, as was his close cropped goatee. He wore a simple white T-shirt that was a size too small for him. All the better to show off his magnificent physique. Sure, he was starting to get a little thick around the middle, but not enough for the ladies to care. Dante had never had any problems finding women who were looking for a good time. Glancing around the room, Dante had to suppress an urge to vomit. The other men in the Green Room were pathetic. They were all here because they had cheated, but Dante couldn’t see how they could have found more than one woman who wanted them. None of these guys were as good looking as he was. They should have been grateful to find any woman that was willing to fuck them. Dante would have thought they’d want to make sure they hung on to that. These losers were probably all here to try to patch things up, too. Not Dante. He had come for a free trip to New York City. Things in Jackson, Mississippi got pretty boring. Plus, he heard the women in New York were easy. A prissy little man in a black suit popped his head in the room. He had to be a fag, Dante could tell. “You’re on in one minute, Mr. Chellum. Please follow me.” The little fairy then turned and started walking without bothering to see if Dante was following. “Shit packin’ little rump ranger,” Dante muttered under his breath as he followed the man out to a spot that was just off stage. “Good luck, Mr. Chellum,” the man said with what looked like a sneer as he turned to leave. Dante thought about decking the guy, but decided against it. From where he was standing, Dante had a good view of the stage. It was the first time he had gotten a look at Jerome Bouncer in person. He was even goofier looking live than he was on TV. His dirty blond hair was beginning to thin out on top, and he had a half-assed comb-over trying to cover it. His face had the appearance of a rodent. His eyebrows were bushy and nearly touching over beady little gray eyes. A pair of glasses from the 1950’s rested on top of his baboon-like nose. His teeth looked more like a row of tiny little fangs than normal teeth. Dante couldn’t understand how this ugly bastard ever got his own talk show. Much less the highest rated daytime talk show on TV. Dante’s fat, ugly girlfriend was blubbering something about how she had trusted him, and he had betrayed that trust. Dante stifled a laugh. He started cheating on her the night of their very first date. Why was she so upset now? Dante glanced out into the crowd. The rows of chairs were packed with people as sorry and pathetic as his girlfriend and those guys in the Green Room. He was willing to bet that half of the people in the audience had never even kissed someone, much less been laid. Jerome Bouncer was now patting Dante’s girlfriend on the shoulder, trying to control her crying. He was such a phony. Dante could see the barely hidden grin that wanted to play across the bastard’s lips. This whole thing was such a joke. Dante looked back out into the crowd, and what he saw caused his knees to buckle. The worthless losers that had been out there a second ago were gone. The entire studio was in flames. The floor belched out one searing wave of fire after another. In place of the audience were horrible, perverted versions of human beings. Their skin was covered with large, open sores that oozed a yellowish, thick pus. It trickled down their bodies and sizzled as it came in contact with the flames. Their faces were contorted into looks of pain and torment that made Dante want to scream. Each person was tearing into its own flesh, ripping off huge chunks of skin and meat. Their howls filled his head until he thought it would burst like a ripe melon. Just as suddenly as the vision appeared, it disappeared. Before Dante even had a chance to ponder if it had been real or not, he caught Jerome Bouncer talking on stage. “Let’s welcome Sherry’s boyfriend, Dante, to the show.” | |||||||||||||||||
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