Introductions..??

Now there was a time in the history of literature when "introductions" could afford to be long and evenly drawn out.. Calculated, symmetrical balances of well timed syllables meshing together in perfect literary harmony.. That time has passed.. People don't care for that, anymore.. People like the introductions to their passages, minimal.. And most likely interrupted by a nice big surpri--*BANG*..

Regardless.. I'm not looking to please the "people".. At least not these "people".. So the <slight pause> "people" who do not like long introductions can skip ahead to a part in this passage where there are three dots one directly below the other, at the left margin.. Go on, don't worry, things will make sense there too.. Go on, scroll.. Yes, right there.. Yes, read from there.. Good..

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Now for those of you who didn't scroll, I'd like to thank you.. Pretty honestly, I don't think anybody likes a long 'blow-own-trumpet' introduction.. But I'm glad you stayed..

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So I'm the "Joe Motherfucker".. I was optimistic at one time.. A time when the world didn't seem this horrid.. A time when 'hazard' and 'girlfriend' was nothing more than fancy words for 'a far-fetched scenario'.. Surprisingly, this wasn't a long time ago.. I was bright-eyed then.. And like my bright eyes, everything I saw was bright, and somehow hilarious.. Everything had a funny little taste to it.. I had seen death around me.. But reasoned with the sorrow.. Said things like, 'sadness is waste'.. Of course, I had no idea what it was like for the sorrow-ers.. I would stand at the sidelines and observe those people, with a glint in my eye.. A bright-eyed glint.. A glint of optimistic curiosity.. A glint of hope..

I have lost all that now.. That hopeful optimistic curiosity.. Now I see death, even where there is none.. I see possibilities of loss and gore everywhere.. I see madness and evil.. I see the twisted minds of people.. I see the true faces of my neighbors.. And let me tell you; those faces are scary..

So How..?? What changed..?? Why do I not see the funny in sorrow..?? Where is that glint now..?? When did it all go away..??

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I have a girlfriend.. A very pretty girlfriend.. All my life I wanted a pretty girlfriend.. A girl that would make me go woozy and limp all over.. A girl that would brighten my face up as soon as I see her walking towards me.. She would walk in a certain grace.. And she would smile when she sees me..

And now I have her.. She's mine.. We are, like they say, "in love"..

And the moment I realized that; was the moment it all changed..

Was the moment I changed..

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I am the average "Joe Motherfucker".. And I now see the world and its dominant inhabitants as a pack of hungry, hungry wolves.. The ones that will claw through your flesh and reach your bones.. And then chew on your bones while you're still watching in horror and screaming in agony.. And that glint that was in my eyes; is now in theirs..