There was a young man who was a field worker. He lifted bundles of hay and stacked them into square monuments. Occasionally he would come into conflict with a certain breed of flying ant. The locals called them piss ants, because they would spray you with an acidic mist that irritated the skin and caused an allergic reaction.
The piss ants would choose one bale of hay as their colony, so it was always random happenstance when they would show up. At first, when the piss ants landed on him, the young man would smash them. They irritated him. That strategy never worked because they only seemed to attack him more. It only made sense because they could smell their dead comrades and would work as a colony to avenge their brethren. It got so bad that the young man was forced to flee the stack until the next day.
Smashing them didn’t work. So for the next few years the young man would just run away anytime the piss ants would show up. He didn’t like this solution because he couldn’t get any work done. But what could he do against so many?
As the years went on the ranch hands skin became a little bit older and thicker. A little more leathery. One day a piss and showed up all by himself. What was he doing here all alone? The young man watched the piss and on his arm and noted its behavior. It was licking his arm hair.
It just wanted salt.
The next time a bale of piss ants appeared, the young man gritted his teeth and let the ants have free rein over him. They were bothersome, but not intolerable… Smashing the poor piss ants was giving them way too much credit. They were just piss ants after all.
After about an hour they were buried. Gone.
He who has ears to hear, let him hear.
I was walking downtown on a Friday. Ive actually managed to make my first red-pill friend, Mikey. He was there to bear witness to one of the finest examples of fear induced, propaganda laden, diarrhea mouth that I have ever heard. As I was rounding the corner, I came face to face with a beautiful slender blonde. Saying hi to women has become pretty automatic for me so I opened my mouth, but didn’t get far as she blurted out-
“You look like you’re about to rape someone.”
At the time I didn’t react. Said nothing, and let the mental patient escape into the night. As the night went on however I began to get more and more pissed off. Is this the state of things? How many women are walking around with these crazy thoughts in their heads? I brought it up and Mikey weighed in, this is what he had to say.
“You know, that is one of the biggest, most ever present, gnawing fears that a woman has. To be raped. Now there are several possibilities here. Maybe she was raped by a guy who looked like you. Maybe the propaganda has gotten to her and now she lets fear control her day and night. Most likely however, is that you made her pussy wet, and she really wants you to rape her in a twisted fantasy that she carries around all day. Whatever the case may be, she doesn’t realize that by her thoughts, actions, and fucked up words, someday she is actually going to bring it upon herself. Someday, she’s going to say those exact words to exactly the wrong man and then… Well, its a self fulfilling prophesy. If I were you man, I wouldn’t waste one more second thinking about it. She’s a twat.”
Ive been heading to the hay field at 6 am for the last week and a half. There is just enough light to get some hay stacking done. I like to watch the red yellow sliver creep up over the hills and start to steam the dew off the bales. I don’t like to sit on them when they are wet or they give me wicked swamp ass. Of course, the point of an early morning start is to be done by the time the 90 degree weather rolls around at 1 pm or so. A few days ago, a girl popped into my head. Sage. She is a waitress at my favorite sushi restaurant in town. I thought it was weird that I was thinking of her, as I had no particular reason to…
Well, The stacking went well. When its not hotter than the hubs of hell I can easily outrun the rest of the haying crew. As I was finishing my last haystack lightning started flashing. It struck 6 miles away in our neighbors field. Then 3 miles away… It occurred to me that I was the highest object for miles around, and I decided to skip the last couple of loads in favor of not dying. The rain started. We weren’t going to work tomorrow…
I returned to my quaint house nestled in a grove of golden willows, ready for a well earned shower. Flash. BOOM. Power out. Without power water pumps don’t work all that great, but they can retain a little bit of pressure. I took my towel and soap down to my grandparents house, set up an aluminum ladder, and propped the garden hose up in it to get my damn shower. Luckily nobody decided to drive down the road for that 5 minutes or so.
Well, the option to go to town had basically been decided for me. Reading a book by flashlight is always an option, but I had been stacking hay for the last 7 hours. I was pumped. Bulging muscles and full of testosterone. Time to try and get laid. I popped 6 grams of kratom (don’t ask me what kind, I just stir them all together) and 2 grams of phenibut, dressed in my wigger best, and was on my merry way.
All the kratom didn’t quite do the trick getting me jacked up so a quad shot latte with vanilla syrup was in order. Now we’re talkin. Strolling my happy ass down main street. I don’t expect anything. I just let it come to me. Who should I see about to enter a rooftop bar? Why none other than my favorite waitress, Sage… With some guy… Shit. I explained to her that I would meet her on top of the roof after I was done with my coffee. And, after examining some firearms at a shop next door, thats exactly what happened.
I had a couple of beers. Im not afraid of alcohol but I am watchful of it. Fear, is the mind killer, however, if I never get drunk again in my entire life, that would be alright with me. When Sages male companion went to settle up the tab, we had a word and I admitted that she had popped into my head for no apparent reason. She confessed that the same had happened to her in reverse. She thought she would never see me again because of a change in the restaurant location. I asked her…
“Do you ever think that theres more going on than most people realize?”
“What do you mean?”
*Grody points to the the center of Sages forehead, then slowly, meaningfully brings his finger to the center of his own
“I don’t know… This last year… Im starting to realize some things… There could be so many universes. We don’t even know about… anything. Have you ever thought that?”
“Haha… I realized all this years ago…”
“I feel so dumb.”
“Hey, don’t. Honestly, you’re ahead of most people.”
When her companion came back I brazenly took her number in front of him. He stroked her stomach in an intimate way, and they were gone.
Well, well… Back to square one. The weather was much nicer down south, and I was buzzed, so I decided to scan the bars from the street to see where I had the best chances. I was looking through the window to a tavern when the girl sitting on the bench in front of me took her earbuds out.
“I didn’t say anything to you.”
I sat down next to her and started jabbering. I really hate the jabber stage but I guess its necessary. I learned she was a musician. More importantly I learned that she was talking with strange men on online dating sites. It became apparent that this girl was extremely shy. Shy and submissive. Skinny too. Like really thin. Not unhealthy thin, but definitely one of the willowiest girls Ive ever spoken to. I admonished her for never making eye contact. Time to teach her a little game.
As the folks walked up and down the street I would boisterously say “Hiya folks!” or “How is your night going, Ladies?” She was having fun with it so I suggested she try it. Nope… Couldn’t do it. Well, I had had enough of the bench so I told her we were going on a walk. She started to walk ahead of me, so I asked her what the big hurry was. Admitting she didn’t know, I was able to grab her hand and loop her elbow around mine. It became obvious I was going to have to push things a little.
As we walked arm in arm her hand eventually slipped upward to feel my biceps and triceps. We kept passing the bars in town and eventually I suggested that we get a drink. She said she didn’t drink… Didn’t drink, or couldn’t get past the door… Im betting it was the second. Instead of alcohol we went into a gas station and I told her she could go hog wild and get anything she wanted. I chose a green apple Rockstar (delicious by the way) and she chose… A blueberry, cream soda with Shaquiel O’ Neil on the can. We drank our sodas at a table outside Dairy Queen. I went for the kiss but she avoided me and giggled. As I stroked her back, held her hand and copped a couple feels of her tiny ass, I learned all about her broken home, guy troubles, and another useful tidbit, that she liked tricked out, jacked up, pickup trucks.
Well it was her lucky day.
We walked back downtown and I told her that I wanted to show her my latest song. Once she was in the truck I took off and started driving around town showing her my favorite electronic tunes. I try to use songs with primarily female vocalists, as I believe it has a calming effect for women. A sort of subconscious thing where they think theres another female in the room with them. After we stopped at a gas station to pee, I decided to pull the trigger and take her to the reservoir.
I must admit, I really liked this girls company. I breathed a sigh of relief when she told me her twin brother was in the marines. That, after all, means she was at least 18, so I’m clear on that front. I followed the winding canyon road all the way to the parking lot at the dam. I took a blanket that I had to rescue from my crazy ex’s house and we sat on a concrete table and watched one of the most spectacular lightning shows Ive ever seen.
All the while I was breaking down boundaries. I put my hand down her booty shorts and found hardwood floors. Finally, finally I got the kiss close. We went back to the truck and I proceed to take her clothes off. She probably said “No” fifty times. But then she would keep kissing and caressing me. It became a little game to her. “no, no, no, hee, hee, hee…”
I pushed the passenger seat all the way down and finally pulled off her shorts and pulled her thong aside. I put her on top so there could be no confusion on who was fucking whom. Before it got steamy, I put on one of my favorite albums. Coincidentally its about one of the best sex albums ever.
I lasted for 75% of the album before I had to pull out. I dropped her off at her dads house.
Maybe I’ll see her again. Maybe not.
Ive got a hay crop to put up.