“So which is it, you condescending twat?” I said getting annoyed.
“Oh… kitty has claws” Brandon said. “Instead of pondering what I am and why I exist let’s just consider that I do exist and move forward.”
“Then why don’t you leave me alone? You’re an asshole and I don’t want to talk to you.” I replied
“Don’t be sore this can be a beautiful relationship. I can provide entertainment and you can provide…nevermind…” Brandon said dismissively.
“No, fuck you. If you are going to be in my cab and bothering me then you can tell me what the fuck I am providing you!” I yelled.
“You have no power here, you pathetic worm. You don’t have anyway to make me stop and I don’t have to tell you anything that I don’t want to. So instead let’s play a game.” Brandon said. I almost felt as if I could see his smile. It looked like a set of yellow teeth behind chapped lips. I could even sense his dried and cracked tongue behind his gross smile. But how could I see it if he didn’t exist. Was my mind fading that quick. When would I completely lose my sanity.
“You can see my smile because I let you see my smile. It’s not a physical smile that someone else can see. I am projecting it into your mind.” Brandon explained. “But more importantly, when’s the last time you wore an ass plug?”
The question caught me so off guard that I swerved in my line. I began to yell, “YOU FUCKING GROSS PRICK! WHO THE FUCK THINKS ABOUT THAT KIND OF SHIT?!”
Brandon began to laugh hysterically. “You are too fucking easy. Your mind is so weak… obviously you are a fan of metal music so don’t you respect the holy trinity of rock? Sex drugs and rock?” He snorted. Suddenly an image of a butt plug in my ass was pictured in my head. I heard the squeal of the radio but I pulled the truck over. I slammed on my brakes and threw the truck in park. I hit my head on the steering wheel.
“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD, YOU FUCKING GROSS BASTARD!” I yelled. I heard a slam on the drivers side window. Suddenly the images stopped. I looked over exasperated and pissed off. I rolled the window down.
“What the fuck was that about?” The petroleum truck driver asked.
I looked around and didn’t see anyone or anything in the truck cab. I waited a minute and then said, “I… I… I saw a bee.”
“FUCK! Give us a heads up on the radio would you. You nearly gave us a heart attack.” He said, “get back in front so we can get to our hotel stop for the night.”
“Yes sir,” I said putting it back in drive.
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