Copyright 2002
FK Publications


“ Yea…I know what you’re saying…, I really should make some effort to move.”

“ Don’t waste any time at it…the neighborhood’s not what it used to be…just last week someone was robbed and killed at the local corner store…where’s that…a few blocks from where you live…right?”

“ I know Mary…, I’ll see what I can do…and thanks for yesterday’s visit, you helped me allot.”

“ Ok…Bart, but take my advice, it’s not safe there anymore, they got better places you can live at…places you can afford.”

“ All right…, I’ll start looking in the papers tomorrow.”

“ Good…take care.”

“ I will…, bye.”

“ Bye now.”

After speaking with his social worker on the phone, Bart hung up the receiver with his only good arm and leaned back in his electric powered wheel chair.

Talking to himself, the little handicapped midget said, “ She’s right…, I really should make some effort to move outta this fucken joint.”

Using his right hand, the good one, Bart pressed a button on the arm rest and drove the chair over to a full length mirror on the wall of his dilapidated apartment. Staring away, he saw a short man, only three feet in height, seated in a wheel chair, his normal looking head too big for the tiny atrophied body. Looking on at himself, he shook his head, taking note of the deformed feet and left arm, almost completely useless.

Cursing, he yelled into the reflection, “ Damn you, mom, I hope you rot in hell…, you whore…, taking dope while pregnant with me…you bitch, I’m glad you overdosed yourself ten years back…you slut…I’m glad you’re dead…, you made me this way…I hate you forever!”

After calming down, the guy pressed another button on the contraption and was carried into the kitchen where he drove himself over to the refrigerator. The door open, Bart peered inside, looking around.

“ Shit…out of milk, pop, and just about everything else!”

With a sigh, the man moved himself back a little, shut the refrigerator’s door, and simply sat there, listening to the lonely silence which came in from everywhere, pressing down on him, reminding him of the world’s indifference.

At last, Bart finally decided to go out and buy some stuff at the nearby delecatesant store. Since it was April, the weather was in the upper fifties, not too bad, but cool enough to wear a jacket. As a result, the guy drove into his bedroom, produced a small coat, put it on with a little effort, and then steered himself to the suite’s main entrance.

When he got the door open, he drove the thing out into the dreary looking hall and locked the door behind him. Being on the third floor of the five story complex, Bart drove down the corridor to the old elevators. Leaning forward, the physically challenged man pressed the button and waited. Ten seconds later, the door slid open and he went in.

Downstairs in the so called “lobby”, Bart left the elevator and drove himself from the structure’s main entrance, going out on the side walk, taking in the fresh spring air as he moved down the street, having only an hour or so of daylight left.

Driving along in his custom made chair, Bart looked around and remarked to his own ears, “ Man…, she ain’t bullshitting…, if one pays close attention to this neighborhood, one really sees it all!”

His head turned to the left, he saw a stripped car next to the curb. On the otherside of the street were two condemned buildings, a haven for the heroine addicts and pushers. And all around was trash, garbage piled high on the tree lawns, a reminder of the city’s plight as the new information age past on by, forgetting all about this side of town.

A few more minutes brought him to an intersection having a bar at one corner across the street, one of those run down places where the scum of the Earth hangs out.

Looking at the joint for a moment, Bart saw an old rusted dark blue Lincoln town car parked along the side of the street. However, as his eyes continued to stare, he took note of a young dark-haired lady behind the wheel, smoking a cigarette and wearing a leather jacket. Suddenly, from the bar’s entrance, another young woman appeared, this time a blond, also wearing a waist length black leather coat, jeans, and what looked to be black leather stiletto boots under the denim material as it went down to the boot’s ankles. Quickly, the sexy blond went to the car, opened the door, sat her shapely ass down, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey from a brown paper bag she’d been holding.

While he watched, he saw the short haired blond and the long haired brunette begin drinking from the bottle, each taking turns at downing the strong stuff.

To himself, Bart said, “ Fucken bitches…they get themselves all screwed up and then at some point have kids…put more defects into this world…, they oughta be beaten to within an inch of their lives…, drunken whores!”

Thinking nothing further, Bart continued on his way when he heard the Lincoln’s engine start. Turning around, the watched as the car made a U-turn and slowly pulled up along the curb, still moving, going at the same speed as his chair.

Rolling down the window and taking another swig from the bottle, the good looking blond wearing two large earrings, ask in a rude tone of voice, “ Hey you…, what the fuck where you looking at?”

“ What…what are you taking about?”

Without warning, the car came to a halt and the passenger door opened with the blond handing the bottle to the brunette, saying, “ Here, Kate…, hold this.”

“ Sure Cindy.”

Getting out, the young woman went up to Bart and stood in front of this chair, blocking his path, her hands on her hips and her weight shifted. When Bart immediately stopped, she said, “ So you like staring at people…you little shit.”

“ Please get out of the way…can’t you see I’m kind of inconvenienced?”

“ Listen you crippled piece of crap…”, mentioned the girl, “ Don’t hide behind your handicap with me…!”

“ C’mon…I ain’t got all night!”

“ But we do…ain’t that right, Kate?”, yelled Cindy back to the car.

“ You bet.”, replied the sexy brunette, raising her curvaceous and pretty ass from the vehicle’s seat and coming over as well, the bottle in hand.

After taking another drink, Kate gave the booze to Cindy who finished off the rest of it, finally throwing the empty thing to the ground, causing it to crash into hundreds of pieces.

Looking up at the two girls under the influence now, Bart said, ‘ Ok ladies, c’mon…, it’s getting dark, I’ve gotta buy something and get home.”

“ Oh listen to that, Kate…, it’s about dark and the little baby’s gotta get home…think he’ll want us to read him a bed time story?”

Trying to ignore them, Bart pressed a button on his machine, wishing to steer himself around the girls.