No Evil

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man learns an important lesson about getting intoxicated and jumping to conclusions.

Submitted: February 11, 2013

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No Evil

"Another please," I say to the bartender. The man nearly opposite of me, he sits and stares. He must be drunk by now, sipping his seventh heineken beer. From the looks of him, he should just quit; his stomach petrudes inches from his waist, forcing his chair to lean on it's hind legs.

The bartender brings me a gin and tonic, beads of water drip off the side od the glass, like sweat off the bodies of lovers locked in coitus.
"Hey, who is that guy?" I ask the bartender.
"I'm not sure, he comes in here every Thursday, points at the Heineken picture on the beer dispenser, and drinks until last call." The man stares and sips.

I picture his typical Thursday, coming home drunk. Seeing multiple women in front of him, he trips. Extending his arm to "catch himself", his fist meets his wife's cheek.
"Hey buddy, who the hell do you think you are?" I say to the man. He looks at me, face flushed red with blood. What a coward, he's too scared to even talk. I punch him directly in the nose, knocking his overweight ass off the barstool. Standing over him, I channel my anger in the form of raining fist.

Within eight minutes, I was booked into the county jail. The next day my face was plastered on the channel 7 news. My job, my family, they shunned me. I was no longer the loving family man, now all I am is the infamous "mute-man pumbler", the "deaf dude defiler".

It was my mistake. A mute man understandably drinks his problems away, he had no other reason to use his mouth. The man didn't go home to beat his wife, he didn't know how to talk to women. I learned to envy the mute man. He could not gain the simple possessions the rest of us do, and he cannot get them taken away. The one possession he could have, his life, was taken by me. The man knew the secret to success, which he taught me. That day, I learned to think before I speak.


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