Down by the River
Seated at the bar all alone by herself, twenty nine year old bitchy Meg did nothing but lean her head against her hand and stare up at a TV, watching some program, smoking a cigarette as well, a glass of whiskey in front of her. With her dark mane raised up high, a tight black T-shirt on her upper body, well fitting blue jeans on her lower part, and black western boots on her feet, Meg continued to sit there, smoking away non stop, drinking some of the booze now and then.
At the other end of the counter was the bartender, the guy moving some things around and cleaning a few glasses, staring over at the brunette every once in a while, getting a good look at her nice denim covered butt as the women just sat there on the stool, still looking up at the TV. Suddenly, three other guys walked into the old dilapidated joint, waving at the bartender, yelling, “ Hey Sam...how’s it going!”
“ I’m OK...so what can I get you guys?”
“ Just a beer for each of us...and a bag of chips. “, replied one of the three, speaking for all of them as the guys walked over to a table a few feet away from the bar and took a seat.
“ OK...no problem.”
As the bartender got the stuff ready, one of the guys asked, “ Who do you think’s gonna win the race today?”
“ I don’t know...”, answered Sam, “...but wait...it’s already past four...the race should be on TV by now.”
The bartender walked over to the TV and started going through the channels until he saw a bunch of cars speeding down some race track, the race held in some other part of the country.
“ Here it is...the sports channel’s got it.”, said the bartender as he returned to the other end of the counter, placed the beer and chips on a tray, and went over to the three men, giving them the stuff, also saying, “Have fun...let me know if you need anything else.”
“ OK...thanks.”
After Sam returned to the bar and started doing something else, everyone was suddenly startled by the brunette’s loud drunken voice, the woman yelling, “WHAT...W...WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS...I WAS HERE F...FUCKEN FIRST...I WANNA FINISH WATCHING THAT STUFF...NOT THIS FUCKEN RACE SHIT...I DON’T WANNA SEE THIS FUCKEN CRAP!”
“ C’mon Meg...”, answered the bartender, “...the guys just wanna see the race...it’s only once a week.”
“ BUT I WAS HERE FUCKEN FIRST!”, insisted the attractive but tired and worn out looking woman.
“ Take it easy, Meg...you had a little too much...just relax.”
“ YOU’RE A FUCKEN ASSHOLE...I SAID I WAS HERE FIRST...I WAS HERE SINCE ELEVEN THIS F...FUCKN MORNING...DRINKING ALL YOUR FUCKEN CHEAP PISS WATER BOOZE...NOW YOU SCREW ME OVER...CHANGE THE FUCKEN CHANNEL!”
Irritated by the woman’s attitude, Sam replied, “ You’re drunk...you had enough...just go home...c’mon, have a nice day!”
“I WANT MY FUCKEN MONEY BACK...YOU FUCKEN CHEATED ME!”
“ What are you talking about, lady?”
“ I WAS HERE FIRST...FIRST COME...F...FIRST SERVE!”
“ Just go home.”
“FUCK YOU!”, yelled the drunken brunette as she picked up a nearby marble ashtray and threw it at the TV, busting the picture tube!
“HEY...YOU JUST BROKE MY TV...GET OUTTA HERE..., YOU BITCH!”
“ I WANT MY FUCKEN MONEY BACK!”
“ You should pay me for a new TV.”
“ I AIN’T FUCKEN LEAVING TILL I GET MY F...FUCKEN MONEY BACK..., YOU FUCKEN ASSHOLE!”
“ Get out or I’ll call the cops.”
“ CALL THE COPS...THE FUCKEN SERVICE HERE SUCKS!!”
“ Oh yea?”, replied the bartender, “ If you care so much about “customer service”, then you should be home at your place by now...today’s Saturday...there should be a least five or six guys there already...waiting for you..., so why don’t you go there and “suck” your way through ‘em so you can pay your rent next month...you damn bitch!”
“ HA...I DON’T PAY ANY FUCKEN RENT...I LIVE THERE FOR FREE!”
“ So you suck the landlord’s dick too...ain’t that nice!”
FUCK YOU..., ASSHOLE...I WANT MY FUCKEN MONEY BACK!”
“ I’m serious...I’m gonna call the cops if you don’t leave.”
“ GO AHEAD..., YOU CROOK...I’LL TELL ‘EM THAT YOU CHEATED ME...I WAS HERE FIRST AND YOU CH...CHANGED THE F...FUCKEN CHANNEL ON ME!”
The Bartender marched over to the phone, dialed the police, and then said into the receiver, “ Hello..., this is Sam’s Bar and Grill, I’ve got a...”
Before the guy could say another word, the receptionist at the other end said, “ It’s Meg again..., right?”
“ Who else?”
“ OK...I’ll send someone over.”
“ Thanks.”
After he hung up the phone, the bartender said, “ The Cops are on their way.”
“FUCK THE COPS...FUCK THIS PLACE...AND FUCK YOU TOO!!”
Sam ignored her now as the other three guys in the back laughed away, making fun of the drunken woman, causing her to finally turn around and scream, “ KISS MY ASS!”
One of the guys answered with, “ And how much do you charge for that...this whole town knows what you are..., you whore!”
“FUCK YOU...GO TO HELL!”
The three men just sat there and laughed themselves sick as the woman got up off the stool and staggered back and forth before the bar, smoking one cigarette after another, the three guys staring at her ass the whole time, her sexy body together with her drunken condition giving the men a free show!
A few moments later, the police arrived, two cops entering the “restaurant”, going up to the bar, saying, “ OK Meg...c’mon...it’s time to go...you’re drunk again.”
“ FUCK THIS SHIT...” , yelled Meg, “...THAT ASSHOLE OWES ME MONEY...I WAS HERE F...FIRST...HE CHANGED THE FUCKEN TV CHANNEL WITHOUT ASKING!”
“ She owes me...”, said the bartender, “..she busted my TV there with that ashtray...look..., it’s all smashed.”
After the cops looked over at the broken TV set, they returned their attention to the intoxicated woman, saying, “ C’mon Meg...let’s go...we’ll take you home.”
“ I got my car here...I’ll drive m...myself.”
“ You can’t...you’re too drunk.”, answered one of the officers.
“ FUCK YOU...THAT’S MY CAR AND I CAN DO WITH IT WHAT...WHATEVER I FUCKEN WANT!”, replied the woman, yelling again.
“ Fine...”, said one of the cops, “...just get in and drive off..., but as soon as you pull out of the lot..., I’m gonna pull you over...send your drunken ass to jail.”
“ Man..., fuck all this shit.”, replied Meg, calming down a little, eventually saying, “ OK...take me home...but what about my car?”
“ He’ll drive it while I give you a ride in the police cruiser.”, answered the one cop, pointing at the other officer.
“ All right...OK.”, said Meg, reaching into her purse, giving her car keys to the police.
When all three of them were outside, the one cop “escorted” Meg into the back seat of the cruiser, while the other guy got into her old filthy chevy, cranked the engine a few times, finally got it started, and then followed the police car. After they drove a short while through the streets of Portsmouth, they eventually crossed over some old train tracks, arriving at the dingy side of town, finally driving down this one street only a few blocks away from the Ohio River, a row of old dilapidated apartment buildings on one side, and a bunch of abandoned warehouses on the other side. A moment later, both cars pulled up alongside the curb. When the guy driving Meg’s car got out, he went over to the police cruiser and helped the other man “pull” the drunken bitch from the back seat, after which the woman just stood there, her frame rocking back and forth a little.
“ Here you go, ma’am..., your keys”, said the cop who drove her car.
She took the keys and made a step forward when the bitch fell flat on her face and dropped the same set of keys, the things falling down into a sewer right next to the curb.
“ FUCK...LOOK WHAT Y...YOU DID...” cried the drunk as both officers helped her back to her feet, “...YOU PARKED BY THAT FUCKEN S...SEWER ON P...PURPOSE..., JUST SO I’LL LOSE MY FUCKEN KEYS!”
Rolling his eyes, one of the cops said, “ C’mon..., you’ll be OK..., I’ll call someone from the city to get it out..., he’ll be here Monday..., c’mon...relax...go upstairs to your place...get some rest.”
“ Man...fuck all this fucken shit...now I ain’t got a damn f...fucken car till motherfucken Monday!”
Just shaking their heads, the two officers simply got in the police car and drove off, leaving the woman stand there.
“ Fucken town...ain’t worth shit.”, bitched Meg to herself as she approached the old apartment building’s main entrance, reaching into her purse, producing her other set of keys, fumbling with the things until she eventually got the door unlocked.
Meg went up the creaky wooden steps, constantly complaining and cussing to herself, saying, “ Fuck this place...f...fuck this town...fuck the cops...they’re all a bunch of jerks!”
When she made it up to the third floor and stood before her suite, again fumbling with the keys and cursing to herself, the apartment door across the hall opened and out stepped this old guy with a metal walker, saying, “ Hey...can you stop making so much noise.”
The drunken bitch turned around, measured the guy off, and yelled, “ FUCK YOU..., YOU OLD BASTARD...COME OVER HERE...RIGHT OVER HERE IN FRONT OF ME...AND...AND S...SAY THAT..., BECAUSE IF YOU DO, I’LL THROW YOU DOWN THEM FUCKEN STAIRS THERE...THEN I’LL K...KICK THE FUCKEN SHIT OUTTA YOU..., YOU OLD MOTHERFUCKER!”
He didn’t say anything after that, the old guy only stepped back into his apartment and closed the door.
“ Fucken old asshole..., who does he think he is?”, said Meg to her drunken self as she finally opened the door, went inside her apartment, and then slammed the door shut, going into the kitchen, where the bitch poured herself a drink and fired up a fresh cigarette.
A second later, Meg went into the bathroom, pulling down her pants and panties, the cigarette still in her mouth, taking a piss afterward, a nice thick line of the yellow stuff flowing from her hairy cunt, spraying down at the water below. When she was done, she flushed the toilet, pulled her clothes back up in place, washed her hands, and left the bathroom. The woman strolled out to the livignroom with some concern on her face as she wandered over to the window and looked down toward the street, saying to herself, “ Well...today’s Saturday...where the fuck is everyone...there should be someone here by now...where’d all my “customers” go?”
Confused, the whore turned around and went back to the kitchen, where she made a pot of coffee for herself, firing up another cigarette as well. After she drank a cup of the black brew, Meg left the kitchen and went back to the livingroom, when suddenly she heard someone knock on the door.
“ It’s about time.”, mumbled the bitch to herself, walking over, finally pulling the door open.
In front of her stood the landlord, the guy saying, “ Um...hello Meg.”
“ Hey Paul...”, replied the whore, a big smile on her face, “...come in..., I got some fresh coffee...make yourself at home...then we’ll...well..., you know.”
“ Ah...that’s kid of what I wanna talk to you about.”
“ Well...don’t just stand there...come in.”
Instead of entering her apartment, the man made a step back, putting some distance between himself and the woman, the guy saying, “ Um...let’s forget about our previous “arrangement”..., from now on..., you gotta pay rent if you wanna stay here...four hundred a month.”
“What?”, answered the woman, confusion on her face, “ What the hell are you talking about...just come in and fuck me like always...that’s the way we’ve been doing it for over two years now..., you come her once a week for sex and I don’t pay any fucken rent...so what’s the problem?”
“ Because..., well...I heard something.”
“ What?”
“ I heard you got AIDS.”
“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU HEAR THAT...I AIN’T GOT FUCKEN AIDS...THAT’S BULLSHIT..., WHO TOLD YOU THAT?”
“ Some guy at Sam’s place told me.”
“ That’s where all the assholes go..., it wasn’t Sam...was it?”
“ No...some other guy I met there.”
“ Who?”
“ Just some guy...I never saw him before...I don’t know who he is...but he said he knew one of your other “clients”...he said your “customer” has AIDS now because of you.”
“ Well...in that case...you might have AIDS too..., right?”, replied Meg, a crooked smile on face.
“ No...I got myself checked out a couple of days ago...I don’t have it.”
“ OK...well...then it’s all bullshit.”
“ Yea..., but I always used a condom with you.”
“ Then get in here and use one again today.”
“ I don’t wanna take any more chances...just pay me rent from now on like everyone else.”
Pissed off now, the whore yelled, “ YOU FUCKEN ASSHOLE..., YOU BASTARD...YOU COME HERE EVERY FUCKEN WEEK AND SCREW ME...NOW YOU COME AROUND WITH THIS BULLSHIT...WANT ME TO PAY FOR THIS FUCKEN JOINT..., MAN..., FUCK YOU!”
“ Just have the rent by the first.”
“HOW THE HELL CAN I GET THE MONEY TOGETHER IF EVERYONE THINKS I GOT AIDS NOW...SO THAT’S WHY NO ONE SHOWED UP TODAY...DID YOU TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS?”
“ No.”
“ THEN WHY AIN’T ANYONE HERE TODAY?”
“ I don’t know...maybe that other guy told more people.”
“ WHO..., WHO’S THIS OTHER ASSHOLE?”
“ I told you before...I don’t know who he is..., he only told me you’re HIV positive.”
“ You’re an asshole..., you know that...you believe every piece of crap some jerk says.”
“ Whatever, just have the rent by the first or you’re out.”
“ FUCK YOU...YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”, yelled Meg as the guy simply turned around and left, going down the stairs, the whore screaming away, “ GO TO HELL...FUCK YOU..., YOU MOTHERFUCKEN BASTARD!”
Meg slammed the door shut and complained to herself, “This is a bunch of shit...who the fucks going around telling everyone I got AIDS..., that’s gonna cost me allot of money!”
The woman went back to the kitchen, fired up a fresh cigarette, poured herself another drink, had another cup of coffee, and then reached over for the phone book, looking up the number of the bar she was at a short while ago. After she found the number, Meg picked up the phone and dialed away until someone at the other end said, “ Hello?”
“ Who the f...fuck says I got fucken AIDS?”
“ Ah...who is this?”, asked some woman.
“ Get me Sam.”
“ I think you got the wrong number.”
“Is this the bar?”
“ No..., like I said...you got the wrong number.”
“FUCK YOU!”, yelled Meg, slamming down the receiver, picking it up again, this time dialing the right number.
“ Hello...Sam’s Bar and Grill.”
“ Yea...it’s me...who the f...fuck says I got A...AIDS?”
“ Who is..., oh yea..., it’s you, Meg..., I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“ Some asshole came in your fucken joint the other day and told everyone I got AIDS.”
The bartender replied, “ Like I said...I don’t know what you’re talking about...this is the first time I heard anything about you having AIDS.”
“THEN...UM...WHO THE F...FUCK WAS IT?”
“ Look..., you’re drunk...and I really don’t wanna talk to you...not after what you did today to my TV.”
“FUCK YOU...ASSHOLE...YOU’RE A JERK...AND...AH..., YOUR FUCKEN JOINT SUCKS!”
“You’re the one who “sucks”..., you whore...oh wait..., you got AIDS now...guess you’re “sucking” days are over once everyone finds out..., ha, ha!”
“ FUCK YOU...I AIN’T GOT FUCKEN AIDS..., YOU...!”
CLICK!
Sam hung up on the drunken lady, letting her yell away at the empty dial tone. After she slammed down the receiver, the woman just stood there and bitched to herself, “ Fucken town...this whole town stinks..., who the fuck said I got AIDS?”
In her drunken state, the bitch picked up the phone again and called the police.
“ Hello...Police Department.”, said some female voice.
“ T...there’s a f...fucken bastard in this town...going around saying I got...got AIDS...it ain’t fucken true!”
“ Who is this?”
“ It’s me..., this asshole said I got AIDS.”
The lady at the other end forced herself not to laugh as she replied, “ Ah ma’am..., you have to be a little more specific...and then..., I’m not sure there’s really too much we can do for you..., you’re not giving me much to go on.”
“ WHAT KIND OF F...FUCKEN TOWN IS THIS?”
“ Look ma’am..., you sound like you’re intoxicated...why don’t you just calm down and pull yourself together...then wait till tomorrow...see what happens then.”
“ FUCK YOU..., BITCH...YOU STINK!”
“ Whatever..., good bye.”
Angry and confused, the drunken whore started calling all kinds of different places in town. She called the local supermarket, the drug store, the library, and even the fire department, asking everyone if they knew about some guy who said she’s HIV positive.
Since no one knew what she was talking about, Meg obviously didn’t find out what she wanted to know. After she poured herself another drink, Meg picked up the phone again and dialed another number, hearing, “ Hello..., Portsmouth Taxi.”
“ Um...ah..., yea...I wanna...wanna go to the bar...some ah...asshole cop made me drop my f...fucken car keys down this...this fucken sewer.”
“ What bar are you talking about?”
“ That...that damn joint on that one fucken str...street.”
“ Ah ma’am...they got lots of streets in this town...what’s the name of the street and the bar?”, said the guy at the other end.
“ That f...fucken joint..., you know...the one that’s owned by that asshole...S...Sam.”
“ Oh OK..., you mean Sam’s Bar and Grill...I know where that is..., and where are you right now?”
“ I’m right...right here at home.”
Using all his will power, the guy made sure he didn’t crack up laughing when he replied with, “ OK ma’am..., let’s start with the street..., what street do you live on?”
“ That shit street...F...Fulton..., by all them old warehouses..., you know?”
“ OK...I know where that is...what’s the address?”
“ Um...25...73..., I live up...upstairs in a f...fucken apartment...so just blow the horn when you get...get here.”
“ All right...I’ll have a car sent there...should be there in about fifty minutes or so.”
“OK.”
After she hung up the phone, the drunken bitch staggered into the livingroom and opened up a wooden drawer, reaching into it, removing a loaded gun, after which the whore put the thing into her purse and then returned to the kitchen, where she drank some more coffee and fired up another cigarette. Back in the livingroom again, Meg flopped her nice ass to the sofa and watched some TV for a while until she heard the Taxi downstairs, the driver blowing the horn.
“ OK...all right...all right...I’m fucking coming.”, said the whore to herself as she fired up a fresh cigarette, poured herself a quick drink, and then finally took up her black purse, going downstairs to the cab. She got in and said to the diver, “ Um...OK...to S...Sam’s place.”
The driver gave her a funny look but nevertheless drove off, headed to the bar, the same place she was at before. When the cab pulled up in the front lot, Meg reached into her purse and produced a twenty, giving it to the driver while saying, “ Wait here..., I’ll be back in a few...a few minutes...gotta take care of something.”
“ No problem.”
Meg got out of the car and went toward the building, finally going inside, where she saw Sam standing before the counter, a whole bunch of other people there now as well. Going up to the bartender, she yelled, “ I WANNA KNOW WHO SAID I GOT F...FUCKN AIDS!”
Shaking his head, the guy replied, “ I told you over the phone that I don’t know...now get outta here...I don’t want you here anymore!”
“ YOU KNOW WHO IT FUCKEN IS...I KNOW YOU DO..., ASSHOLE!”
“ No I don’t, Meg...now turn around and leave or I’ll call the cops again...this time I’ll press charges...I told you I don’t want you here anymore!”
“ WHO SAID I GOT AIDS?”
“ Get out, lady...I mean it!”
“HERE...TAKE THIS!”, screamed the drunken brunette as she reached into her purse and produced the gun, aiming the pistol at Sam, yelling, “ WHO THE FUCK SAID I GOT AIDS?”
“ C’mon..., Meg...take it easy...”, answered the bartender with his hands up now, his disposition going from anger to fear.
“ TELL ME!”
“ Please...I don’t know.”
BANG!
She pulled back at the trigger and shot the bartender right in the heart, killing him as the guy flew back into a bunch of booze bottles, the stuff flying all over the immediate area, crashing down to the floor! Quickly, the drunken whore turned around and aimed the gun at all the people seated there, yelling, “ WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IT..., WHO SAID I GOT...GOT FUCKEN AIDS...I AIN’T GOT F...FUCKEN AIDS!”
Eventually, this one guy stuttered, “ P...please ma’am...no one here says you got AIDS...we don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“ WAS IT YOU? YOU FUCKEN BASTARD!”
“ NO...PLEASE...I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”, cried the man as she aimed the gun directly at him.
BANG!
She shot the guy, hitting him in the chest, killing him just like she did with the bartender!
“WHO SAID I GOT AIDS?”, yelled the crazy woman over and over.
No one said anything this time, they only sat there and stared away at her.
Pissed off, the angry bitch shot two more people until she finally turned around and left, going back out to the cab, where she aimed the gun through the open window and shot the driver right in the head! Quickly, Meg opened the door and pulled out the dead man, rolling his body to the side with her right boot, after which she got behind the wheel and drove off, a few people from the bar seeing her leave with the Taxi.
It didn’t take long and two police cars were at her tail. One of the cops yelled over the car’s loud speaker, “ PULL OVER...NOW!”
“FUCK YOU!”, yelled the bitch in response as she pressed down at the accelerator, going faster and faster!
“PULL OVER!”, screamed the cop a few more times.
The chase picked up speed. In no time she was going over a hundred miles an hour.
At the outskirts of town, Meg drove down the open state route, the Taxi weaving all over the road, until she reached a railroad crossing, the car “flying” over the tracks, almost busting the suspension as it hit the street again! However, less than a mile up the road, there was a huge yellow sign with an arrow on it, indicating a sharp turn. Eager to get away from the cops, Meg kept going as fast as she could. When she reached the turn, the drunken bitch couldn’t make it, the car spinning out of control, when it eventually went straight into this farmer’s field, bouncing up and down for a while until the thing finally gave out!
A few seconds later, the two police cars came to a screeching halt at the road’s edge. The officers quickly got out and took cover, yelling over at the woman, “ GET OUT OF THE CAR...PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
“ GO TO HELL!”, cried the woman as she reached for the gun and raised her ass, getting out of the car now, leaning her frame against the rear door, taking aim at the cops.
“ PUT THE GUN DOWN...PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
The gun still in her hand, she yelled, “ WHO THE FUCK SAID I GOT AIDS?”
Ignoring her question, the police only repeated themselves, saying, “ PUT THE GUN DOWN...YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!”
“ FUCK YOU...I WANNA KNOW WHO SAID I GOT AIDS!”
Taking a different approach, one of the cops said, “ PLEASE MA’AM...IF YOU SURRENDER PEACEFULLY, MAYBE WE CAN WORK ALL THIS OUT!”
“BULLSHIT...SOMEONE’S GOING AROUND...SAYING...SAYING I GOT F...FUCKEN AIDS...I WANNA KNOW WHO IT IS!”
“THEN PUT THE GUN DOWN...WE CAN SETTLE THIS PEACEFULLY!”
“YOU’RE ALL OUT TO GET ME...THIS WHOLE FUCKEN TOWN IS OUT TO GET ME...IT WAS PROBABLY ONE OF YOU GUYS WHO SAID I GOT AIDS!”
“ NO ONE HERE SAID ANYTHING...PLEASE..., PUT THE GUN DOWN!”
“ THIS TOWN SUCKS!”
“ C’MON...PLEASE...YOU CAN’T RUN...THERE’S NO PLACE FOR YOU TO GO!”
“ I CAN GO TO HELL AND TAKE SOME OF YOU WITH ME..., MOTHERFUCKERS!”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Meg started shooting at the police! Wasting no time, the cops returned fire, shooting at the woman, hitting her two times, once in the leg and once in the chest, causing the drunken bitch to drop the gun and hold onto the car, trying to keep herself up, when she finally fell to the ground with a bunch of blood flowing from her frame, the lady yelling, “ FUCK YOU...FUCK THIS DAMN TOWN...I AIN’T GOT F...FUCKEN AIDS!”
When the police finally got to the whore, one of the guys picked up her gun while the others stood around the crazy lady, hearing, “ I AIN’T GOT AIDS...I AIN’T GOT AIDS...!”
Monuments later, the woman died, her meaningless existence lost to the world.
The End