I felt some of the tension easing as I sat quietly, sipping anoutstanding single malt scotch on the rocks, looking over the azure waters of the Caribbean. There was a slight onshore breeze and the sun had just dipped below the horizon slipping the day into an easy, peaceful evening. Another day gone. Over 300 days gone since I arrived in “paradise.” Despite all that had happened, I felt fairly content. Did it all workout as I had planned? Yeah, it did. Did I feel vindicated, has my bitterness abated, has my vengeance been satisfied? No… yeah… shit, I don’t know. Whatever, it’s now done and it can’t be undone so I’m not going to agonize over it. Oh yeah. You’re wondering who am I. Well… my name is AlexanderSeagill. Hmm, Seagill is relatively new. My grandparents had come over from the old country and some good soul on Ellis Island had Americanized their name to Seagill. Hey, I shouldn’t complain… Slutski would have been a difficult burden. I let my mind wander for a moment, remembering my grandfolks. They weremy dad’s parents, my mother’s were still in the old country at the time and she never was able to locate them. She gave up after years of trying. I can still see them, my grandpop’s bald head with a white fringe and my grandmom’s snow white hair pulled back into a bun. I still feel a warmth remembering their unfailing kindness, not only toward me, their only grandchild, but to everyone with whom they came into contact. They lived with us, but died before I reached my teens. But I digress… Okay, let me tell you my story. My name… oh, yes. You know my name. Iwas born in 1964, the only child to Maria and Jake Seagill. (Let’s forget about that Slutski crap.) My mother was an elementary schoolteacher and my dad was a cop. At the time of my birth he drove around in a patrol car, but it wasn’t long before he moved up to the detective squad. No more uniform, no more squad car. By the way, he eventually retired as a Captain of Detectives with a very nice pension. I guess that I was a bit of a disappointment to him. You see I was asickly kid. Shit, I was always coming down with something, from measles to mumps, chicken pox, scarlet fever, so forth and so on. If it was around, I caught it. I was undersized and skinny. My mother was always coddling me which pissed my father off no end. He would storm around muttering…”let the kid grow up, for crissake. Don’t make a sissy outa him.” He was a big man and when he stomped, the whole damn house shook. My mom would always smile gently and murmur, “There’s time for that, Jake. There’s time…” Some kind of miracle began to happen the summer before I entered highschool. During that summer I shot up 2 inches and by the end of my freshman year I was well over 6 feet. I joined the swimming team and started to put some muscle on that skinny frame. It didn’t take long - between the growth spurt and my swimming I developed into a fairly good looking, well developed kid. Oh yeah, the bullies. All throughout elementary school and junior highschool I was picked on. I never could understand the why of it; maybe it was just because I was a runt. I can be proud of the fact that I never ran and I always tried to fight back. That must have been funny. All of a sudden, in high school the bullies seemed to have disappeared. Who wanted to fuck with the guy I had turned into? It just confirms what I always thought - bullies are basically cowards. But again, I digress… let me continue. I graduated from high school with decent grades and got a scholarship tothe city university -athletic, not academic. While my grades were decent, I had been too lazy to really buckle down. It was in my junior year when it struck me that I had better give some thought to what I wanted to do with my life after graduation. I was a business major, but that could mean anything if you know anything about that curriculum. I knew that I liked people, liked being around them, bullshitting,laughing, joking with everyone - and I was good at that. I was a… Read the rest of The Incident, Part 1
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Download the movie of the day: Big Boob Fantastic 40’s #2, Scene 1
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