What Would Happen If...?
In a perfect world nothing like this could ever happen, BUT we know our world is far from perfect. Meet the Ratsouli family and their young son Billy... Flash forward to Billy’s adult life and his inability to let a slight directed at any of the kids under his care go unaccounted for... “Mom, it’s happening,” Billy sighed on the phone. “These small minded morons are asking for it.” He explained the entire situation to Alana from start to finish without her saying one word, until . . . Sounds in his head began to slowly coalesce into discernable words. He heard things like, “Fatty, woosey, wimp, mama’s boy, baby, weakling, and tub-o-lard.” The next set of terms took on a decidedly more current bent. Billy was being called, “Pussy, fat-ass, lard-ass, shit-head, fag, faggot, dick-head, cock-sucker, butt-fuck, homo, queer, and other derisive juvenile phrases.” The next wave contained things spoken to or about him by his contemporaries and colleagues. The statements made by those, supposedly, caring and intelligent, or at least educated, individuals had always baffled him. The sentiments were so beyond his take on reality as to reek of surrealism. “Those kids are a waste. What a bunch of lost-cause losers. They couldn’t think their way out of a wet fucking paper bag. Dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. What a little pussy-boy faggot. He probably gets it up the ass and likes it. Jail or murder, that’s all that’ll happen to him. Oh, look, crack-whore in the making.” Many people. Many evil and hurtful words and sayings. Sometimes the words matched the faces that had made them. Most of them, though, were a conglomeration mixed around in the blender of his mind. He knew only one thing for sure when his world finally stopped spinning. It was definitely time. “No!!!! Not in My World!” he screamed, while kneeling over the body of his favorite person in the world.
