Sacculina

by Philip Fracassi

The two cups of gasoline station coffee made his groin ache and tingle with the need to piss.

Thanks, i hate it

One of the men farted and sighed,

Weird flex but ok

He was young, having just turned sixty,

Mmm we have different definitions of young

He glanced at the sky, the lightening cloudbanks, the oncoming yellow glow of God’s morning piss melting through the slate-gray sky.

What a colourful visual

So, okay, there’s a piece of real estate about another, oh, hour or so out.”

Suspish

screamed, “I HATE YOU!” He followed up those eloquent words by throwing the game controller at Jack’s grinning melon of a head.

Must be a Jack thing. Because i piffed a controller at my cousin Jack's head over Tekken

Jim wondered if the old salty captain was gonna have himself a little breakdown right there and then. Have a good long cry and hug himself, think about all the whores he’d never lay, all the tobacco he’d never smoke, all the whiskey he’d never drink, while his mind snapped like dry kindling in a fire and he rocked and drooled

The sheer distain Jim has for Ron hahaha

“You want to know what’s going on, well guess what, school-boy? I have no fucking clue what’s going on!”

Well no shit, he wasn't even asking that

It’s like the ocean farted something wicked, and we’re sitting right on her asshole.”

HAHAHAHAHA

“That’s what eats you up from the inside. A little bit every day,” he said. “Just like it did your mother.”

Is this book a metaphor for cancer...?

He turned, smiling, wanting to wait for Jack, wanting to share this with him. Jack was gone.

noooooooo