The ramblings of a demented mind

La Siguente Historia es Verdadera. Yo sé. Es un cuento de mi propia vida.

Yo nací en Marte.

Tres días después de nacer, mis papas me mandaron para el extranjero en un pequeño nave espacial.

Ésta fué en 1942 según el calendario del planeta Tierra donde yo me cayó.

Yo he vivido en el planeta Tierra por muchos años solo esperando la señal para regresar a Marte.

Pero jamás llegó ningún señal.

Durante mi tiempo viviendo aqui en la Tierra yo miraba la maquina con pantalla que los earthlings llamaron "la tele". Mis ratos de ver favoritos fueron las TeleNovelas.

Por años yo miré los earthlings besando y abrazando en la pantalla de la tele.

Con mucho tiempo libre, conocí various mujeres earthlings, esperando un beso o un abrazo para saber como eran estas cosas tan populares en la tele.

Lastimadamente mis experiencias no tuvieron buenos resultados. Los besos que yo recibí era una sensación nada más que chupar la pacha dentro de mi pequeña nave. Igualmente, los abrazos sentian igual que los cables de hule que me detenía durante mi largo viaje.

Pero un día, cuando uno de mis sensores se descompuso, algo increible sucedio. Voy a contar.

Fuí con un technico para reparar mi sensor. Porque mi sensor estaba localizada dentro de uno de mis dientes, fuí para localizar un technico dentista, como dicen aca en la tierra los que juegan con dientes.

Yo encontré la technica dentro de su laboratorio. Con mi poder de telepatía rapido me controlé la mente de ella y la convincé instalarme un nuevo sensor. Ella me respondió y me instaló el nuevo sensor dentro de otro de mis dientes. Y con rapidez ella machucó un botón de un control remotó yo pensé era para su tv.

Pero el pulso del remoto me quemó todos de mis otros sensores. Y de repente, en vez de mandar mi telepatía a ella para controlarla ella estaba completemente en control de mi. Ella me mandó una señal para besarla y para abrazarla. El beso destruyó por completo todo el resto de mi equipo. Nada funciona excepta el nuevo sensor que ella instaló. Y éste maldito sensor constantemente está mandando señales tan fuerte que no más es posible comunicarme con mi familia en Marte. La sensación de su beso y su abrazo me destruyó totalmente. Además no tengo más mis poderes extraterestales. Yo soy victima de la cosa las novelas dicen "amor". Es una sensación sin razón sin lógica. Ahora son títere de la robotmaster. Ahora sé que ella tampoco no es de la Tierra. No es un earthling. Es de Saturno, el peor enimigo del Marciano, pero aquí estoy y sólo puedo responder a la señal de su control remoto.

Pero por fin soy felíz, por primera vez en 60 años.

the inquilino

The tenant lived alone. He had the upstairs apartment. He had no furniture. Well, that is to say he certainly had nothing of the amenities of apartment living. He had no television, no stove and certainly no dishwasher. What he did have was the bed. He built the bed before he moved in. He built it from old 2 inch by 12 inch planks which he salvaged from a building site. It was a quite sturdy bed. He purchased the mattress before he built the bed and the mattress, a queen size, fit perfectly in his sturdy wood frame..

The apartment had no telephone and no cable TV. It did have three 60 watt bulbs which functioned: one in the overhead of the bedroom, one in the bathroom and a burned out bulb in the kitchen ceiling.

The inquilino loved to read. He devoured magazines by the stack. Especially he liked reading about the movie stars and rock groups. There were no religious tracts as were there no girlie magazines or any hard core stuff. But the tenant had only one hobby. He liked to watch the movements of young girls.

The landlord lived with his 28 year old shapely young wife and his fourteen year old equally shapely daughter. He lived in the downstairs apartment. It was much larger than the upstairs apartment. And it was furnished with all the furniture that the young wife could buy. Sofas and chairs and end tables and coffee tables, a dishwasher, two microwaves, three TV's, a huge stereo and all the earnings of the landlord were displayed in his downstairs castle. The landlord had no hobbies, but he liked to watch his big TV in the evening after he came home from his job downtown.

The young wife was still quite cute in a baby doll sort of way. Her voice was so diminutive that you had to know her to understand her words. Her virginal daughter was her carbon copy except for her miniature hymen and a larger voice. The daughter was the product of youthful sexual enthusiasm between the landlord and his childhood sweetheart. The sexual exuberance still inhabited the body of the young wife but the husband, although still young, had absolutely no interest in anything connected with the marital bed.

So what happens now? we have three characters, what do we do with them? Can we kill them off with an earthquake. Or do we follow the usual sexual path. Infidelity. Corrupting the virgin. Murder. Jealousy rage. There are so many conventional twists. You need to make it turn out differently.

How the disk jockey lost his job.

Frankie Hogan was the local disk jockey.

The radio station was a small one, only 1000 watts. And Frankie was the only employee.

Frankie was poor, but the station owner was quite rich.

But Frankie liked his work. He started work at 10 in the morning and played his last record at midnight.

Frankie was not very smart, nor was he very good looking.

But he was a good worker, always on time and never had any problems with his boss.

Frankie was married. And his wife was the most beautiful woman of the whole county. She decided to marry Frankie because she thought she was expecting a child. And Frankie was a good candidate because he was not too smart. So she decided to trap Frankie. So they got married.

Frankie was extremely happy. She was extremely bored.

Frankies boss was a bachelor, quite good looking and very rich. He liked to drive his Mercedes Benz very fast.

When Frankies boss met Frankies wife, he immediately took interest in her.

And because Frankie was on the radio every night until midnight, it was quite easy for the boss to visit the wife of Frankie at Frankies house. And there was no danger that Frankie would return, because they listened to him on the radio while they were making love in Frankies bed.

At the radio station was an old tape recorder. It had never worked. But one day, Frankie decided to fix it. Not only did he fix it, he recorded two hours of his next show on the recorder. The next day, instead of working until midnight, he turned on the recorder and left to go home early.

He opened the door to his house without making any noise. And he entered the bedroom without any noise. And what a surprise for Frankie to find his boss on top of his wife.

The boss happened to turn around to see Frankie in the door of the bedroom.

Without hesitation, the boss said to Frankie "You are fired".

I am going to tell you a story.

This is a love story. It is a true story.

This happened to me.

When I was a sailor my ship came into port two times every month.

Since is did not have any work to do when the ship was in port,

I decided to walk into town. Tacoma, Washington USA

And during my first walk I decided to buy a bottle of beer in a shop which was located near my ship.

When I went to the counter with my beer, the clerk was a very small blond girl, with a very sad face. She did not greet me. She did not look at me. I gave her the money. She gave me my change.

Without saying one word. Without acknowledging my presence.

I left the store and I walked to the nearby river. I sat down on the riverbank and opened the beer bottle. But the sadness of the girl had penetrated me. I could not enjoy my beer although I had not had a drink in more than a week. And worse yet, this sadness followed me all of my next voyage on the ship.

So when I got to town the next month, I once more went to the store, just to see if the girl had changed. She was still working. I put my purchase on the counter. She collected my money and gave me my change. But I still did not exist through her eyes.

And during 3 months, each time I entered the store, she remained the same, the most sad person I had ever encountered in all my travels.

And finally the time came for me to leave my ship for my vacation. I had one more night to stay on the ship before leaving in the morning. So I decided to celebrate a bit. I did not stop at the store, but I walked directly into town to a good bar and restaurant and had a good meal and a few drinks.

But since the weather was good, I decided to walk back to the ship. A few blocks before passing the store, I saw three large rose bushes in front of a boat shop. It was night time and the shop was closed. There were many large, beautiful, yellow roses. I decided to make up a large boquet of roses. With my pocket knife, I cut about two dozen roses with long stems. Without knowing why I had cut the roses suddenly a plan began to form in my mind. I continued my walk to the ship, knowing that I would pass the store with the sad girl.

So, with my grand boquet of stolen roses, I entered the store. But there was noone inside. Not one customer. Nor the sad girl. so I continued to walk to the back of the store, when a door opened and the sad girl came into view. When she saw the roses, for the first time she spoke "Are these for me"? , she asked. I said nothing but I presented her with the roses. The intensity of her smile, I will never forget as I live. I have never seen a smile so beautiful in all my life. I left the store as quickly as I had entered, without saying one word.

I returned from my vacation two months later. I never again saw the girl with the sad face. And I never inquired of her. But I like to think that somewhere she is happy.