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A quick short story.
"I think my ass is gettin' all splintered up." Said my friend. "Would you rather sit in the dirt, leaves and shit?" I replied "No, I'm good man. Not that stoned." he said back, taking another hit of a roach.
His ass was getting splintered up by the stump of a great oak tree that my old man cut down months ago for fire wood. So was mine, I just told him to deal with it since that's all I do. This was our spot to sit back and relax in, to ease down from a day of walking around and having nothing to do. Our backs were facing each other's. My friend with his back turned to my back was Marcus, a thick guy, blonde hair that was bright but greased from a lack of showers, torn red shirt, black shorts turned black from years of no washing.
"Wanna hit? Or are you still all against the good old Mary?" He said with a smile that of the cheshire cat's. I wasn't facing him, but I knew him well enough that he'd smile that smile.
"No, I don't need that stuff to relax or calm down or to have fun. Got my brains for that." I replied as I chewed on my finger nail out of boredom. We haven't had school for some days now, since the pin heads behind the big red buttons pressed them out of fear that some other country was going to fry us to a crisp. Joke was on the pin heads, there was no attacking country, there was nothing. Somebody musta thought it was smart to press the big red button and fry their own country with bombs of all sorts of sizes. But it's all just part of speculation, ya know? I'm guessing here.
"Dude, from here-from my point of view, the ember of my roach looks like the school when the fucking firestorm blasted it to a husk." My compadre broke my train of thought with his own.
"Remember that day? We were like what? Five years old when they released the bombs from their silos and just glassed the states? Shit was maddening. But we were older when that weird fire gusts started to burn shit up." He continues, but I stop hearing him near the end of it.
The surrounding forest wasn't burned in that firestorm that hit the school. The forest just-died. The trees look like fall came and never left. Just boney fingers stretching out of the dirt and leaves. Like the hands below the earth were asking for a warm fleshy hand to come up and save them from whatever hell they are going through. Or were they just reaching up for the sky to grab the sun down and bring life to the planet? Or to finish the job so things can start over again?
Fuck if I should know, I think I might be having a contact high from this jackass.
"Mind blowing your smoke somewhere else? Trying to think of something here." Tried to say it politely as I can, but my attitude just came off as raw.
"Woah dude, I will, chill the fuck out. Maybe I was just trying to add some excitement to your thoughts with my smoke?"
"Are you retarded? I think you've smoked yourself stupid. Like every other kid around these parts. Most kids around here are too doped up to know what the fuck to do with themselves or they're too empty headed to have common sense. Sure we've built a community from the remains of our town but this isn't Lord of the Flies. We do have some wise adults around here that should be doing something about the corruption. Also, why can't most kids read a damn book? The library is still standing."
The library somehow was spared from the fire storms and riots and other interesting things. My father took the opportunity to take me there and teach me everything he knew.
"What are you talking about? I'm still smart, still cool with you. Maybe you need to stop being so damn down about things. Like what the fuck bro." He hocks up mucus and spits it.
"Whatever man. I am chilled out, maybe you should stop smoking that crap and own up to the fact that your head has been jammed into your ass and all you can see through the hole you call a mouth is how to act like a kid still. Last I remembered we're both eighteen. Adults, time to grow and stop doing foolish things like smoking your friend Mary and start moving out of here."
I felt a heat in my gut. My limbs felt like static was creeping around in them, a sign that I wanted to beat sense into my friend, maybe. Or maybe like I wanted to grab that roach and throw it on the ground then march off and out of the forest to my place that's just up the path from here.
But like always I did nothing, just sat there, back to back, never to face one another. If I were to face him I probably wouldn't have the guts to sock him in the mouth or to reach up and pluck the roach off of his mouth. It's wonders how it hasn't burned his lips yet.
We return to silence, we do this to some of the time to avoid fighting with each other. The forest was looking darker than usual today, I looked out and seen nothing but a smog of fog roll through the boney fingers that were considered trees a few years ago.
Before the pin head pressed the button and fried the states.
I heard some snapping noises coming from the direction in front of me. Somewhere, deep in the forest. A dead branch was falling. Well, it was already dead, but now its pretty much official since it fell from the tree.
"Dead branch?" Marcus asks.
"Yup..dead branch." I reply.
A cold breeze manages to find us, it makes my hair stand up. Giving my goosebumps. My arms are the only thing I notice, my head is too far in the glowing clouds to think of anything else. Around my age I should have had a job, a nice dame (as my old man puts it), a crappy car that only my crappy self can run and I should have graduated High school. None of these were going to happen, I've missed all of those sorts of things in my life time, my brothers and sisters got to those things. I ran up short to them, they got further in life.
To life up to their greatness was what I guess my parents wanted for me, but I was too different for it all, I knew what I wanted and I had the ambition. Those things my old man told me were the basics. I wanted a nice dame, she'll be cute and smart and probably wise too. I can live without a car. A job will have to be a small time deal until I figure out what I'm good at. High school, well, that's out of the question. Somewhere in an alternate universe, I'm attending high school, I have keys to a nice crappy car, I have a nice dame or girl or chick in my arms as I hold her and smile at her cute face because I can. I'll also probably be half way done high school and planning for college.
How nice it would've been. I probably wouldn't even be friends with Marcus in the universe. That lucky bastard version of me.
But I was five when some pin head turned a key, flipped a switch as the red lights flickered behind him, he lifted a small glass casing from above a red button and pressed it hoping it'd do something extraordinary and that his name would be in the papers and on the internet new sites. If they do exist, somewhere, and so does the pin head then I'm sure his name will be up in some article or on some wanted list. I bet his name is Dan, I hate that name. For the sake of it all, I hope pin head Dan is on a list of assholes wanted by everything that is still alive. Glowing or not.
I wonder a lot about how my life will play out now. I don't have much to care about in my life, I've accepted my fate as it is, if anything I'm sort of happy. I'm not down in the shit shacks or town as I like to call them now. I could be there getting radiated, drunk, stoned on stolen and mixed drugs. I could also find a nice girl there who has fucked so many guys that it's just a large canyon and her emotions could be as dull as the melted rocks where the bomb dropped.
But I'm not there and I could actually care less about it all. If I could get out of the town, find more survivors. Glowing or not. I could start a caravan or a small community, find the smartest, cute girl there and settle down. Be old with her and die like I've only seen in movies they play in what is left of the theater. Luckily, my father and oldest brother were the only ones left alive. Mom, my brother Dale and my sister Linda weren't lucky. Mom and Linda were driving home from visiting my aunt in the South. They were in the blast wave. Clearly, they were dead.
Dale was killed off by radiation sickness. Tumors, melting skin, mutations. I found it to be sorta cool. When he died we had to bury him about two hundred footsteps away from the house. The plants around his grave died and I think it glows sometimes at night as if his ghost is laying there, all mutated and lumpy. Just in for the wait for when the dead trees claw open the clouds and pull the sun down on all of us.
Fuck. My mind went loose again. Nothing to really worry about, I've got nothing better to do then have my ass poked with splinters, smell the smoke of Mary and enjoy the silence of my friend.
"Hey. Remember that night the school caught fire and I snuck over to your house and we both went off to watch it burn? Wasn't that somethin'? You even had the balls to get out of your nice and warm house to watch it all just die in a heap of flames. Remember when we met up with April and her sister…"
"October.." My voice turned into a rusty voice. It does that sometimes and I haven't the slightest idea why. Probably throat cancer.
"Yeah! What was up with those girls? Swear we could've hooked up with them that night, right there. Just, fucked while the school was being burned. In a heat of passion, eh man?" Marcus started to laugh. Hyenas would accept him as their own if they heard his laughter.
"We were like what eleven or twelve when we watched our school burn down with the girls. Plus me and October had something there...but yeah it wasn't entirely picked up like I wished it was. But you seen what happened to them man? April works in the shit shacks and fucks any guy that has any amount of dollar to his name. Fucking shame."
"October didn't she disappear or something like that?" Marcus added on and this made me confused. October was known to stick to herself but last I remember she and April had a huge fight. April ended up with a scar on her forehead from it and October disappeared that afternoon. People had seen her leave town with nothing on her but her clothes and a bottle of Jack. I seen her once she was stealing wood from the forest. I called her name but she just kept walking with a fuckton of branches on her shoulders. She did though, turn back to look at me. She was too far to see if she was smiling or not.
"Think she's dead?" Marcus asked me.
"October? She's probably dying slowly like the rest of us. But, yeah I think she's fine." I answered.
I had a question to ask Marcus that very second. It's something that I've been wondering about.
"Hey, Marcus. Do you think we'll get out of this whole mess alive? That right now, we're not just as good as dead? That we could be living a lot more and enjoying the little things in life?"
The question turned into multiple questions, I hadn't control over them. They spilled out.
"Welp...I think we're dead already. Like your brother Dale and my dad. We're sick and dying, but we have no clue if we are or not. My old man was okay one second and the next he was vomiting maggots. Insides were rotting and everything, but he didn't know. Your brother hadn't noticed the tumors and the little bits of skin that were falling off-along with some muscle and tissue and shit. They only knew their fate when they dropped to the ground and seen how little bit of time they had left.
I'm not sure about you, but I'm enjoying my life, the little things and yet I'm not. To smoke pot, shoot up every now and then. To get a stiff one up in April or the other girls. It's all I need from life. What do you want? A Wife? A dog called Fido or Scruffy? A nice little shack or house that will last you until you die or murdered by something out of the blue like another bomb? Dude, I'm loving how horrible things seem to you. I'm sure you'll understand someday."
I was baffled at what the answer was. I'm sure he'll explain it later someday or die of some sort of sexually transmitted disease or a stab wound or because of a lethal dose of radiation. Whatever it may be I know what I want in life. I'm sure that's what Marcus knows about his life. I'm sure that's what October knew when she refused to be dragged down to being a whore and she set off somewhere to be herself and to be happy and to be free. Maybe someday I'll join her and be as free as she is.
The forest started to get darker and I was becoming tired of having bits of oak being stabbed into my backside so I had to end me and Marcus's day of hanging out.
"Hey dude I'm going home, gotta take a shit." I told him. He stood up and a blunt in his mouth, he lit it up and inhaled.
"Me too, wicked bastard is punching at my backdoor." He exhaled as he spoke. It went into my face as I turned around. I hate the smell of Mary. I wonder where in the hell we call home he grows the shit.
"Where do you grow that shit anyway?" I asked him while fanning the smoke away from my face.
"In the basement and in the shed out back, brother grows this shit like crazy. Generator with uv lights and all sorts of shit."
"Sounds interesting and stuff. Well, I gotta go, peace out man. Travel home safely and make sure you don't die tomorrow." I said as I headed down my path to home.
"You too." He replied.
Before I could get into my house I heard a large snapping noise from behind me-in the forest. I turned around and seen a person stepping out into clearing. It was a deer with it's antlers starting to sprout up from its skull. Young buck.
I hadn't seen one before, only in books my dad own and I had read to keep myself entertained. Me and the buck stared at each other like old friends but complete strangers. He looked at me, turned his head and started off in another direction. Something inside of me had me raise my arm and wave to it as it went off in another direction. I simply had to smile and say to it "Peace."
Раньше запах тела играл большую роль в жизни человека. В основном с его помощью, привлекался противоположный пол. В наши дни данный способ не только потерял актуальность, а и стал проблемой.
Как правило, неприятный запах тела появляется при повышенной потливости. Особо неприятный вид пота выделяется в подмышечной и паховой зонах. В этом поту содержится специальное вещество, которое нравится микробам.
Причинами повышенной потливости могут быть:
гнев;
сексуальное возбуждение;
овуляция;
стресс;
низкий уровень глюкозы в крови;
некоторые заболевания:
гипертиреоз;
расстройства нервной системы.
приём определенных лекарств.
Некоторые лекарственные препараты, такие как антидепрессанты, могут стать причиной повышенной потливости.
Лечение гипергидроза начинается с устранения источника пота, то есть причины.
Самыми хорошими средствами для борьбы с неприятным запахом тела и пота считаются:
хорошее мыло (особенно хирургическое);
уксус;
гамамелис;
сода;
кукурузная мука;
эпиляция;
ношение чистой одежды;
масло чайного дерева;
эфирные масла сосны, мяты и лаванды;
шалфей;
лимон;
хлорофилл;
цветки липы;
петрушка.
Такие средства как лимон и уксус являются очень эффективными из-за их кислотности. Известно, что в кислой среде бактерии не могут существовать комфортно.
Внимание! Масло зеленого чая и другие эфирные масла не рекомендуется использовать в интимных местах.
Если устранить причину пота не получается вышеперечисленными методами, тогда рекомендуется обратиться к врачу! Возможно, причиной неопрятного пота является болезнь!
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