"God dam it!" thought Lucius as he heard the screams.  Feeling a slight vibration throughout his body, he remembered his place and quickly said to himself  "sorry! sorry! sorry!" in rapid succession as a omen to the higher powers that be.  A force of habit... of sorts.  At which time he quickly walked towards the closet of the crackheads for a sneak peak at there scared faces, then walked outside.
Not thinking beyond the initial introduction to Annabell, but glad that she was not scared, Lucius waited across the street for Annabell and maniac mom to walk to school.  When the door finally open, a grizzly old man walked out first, bidding fare well to his sinful night with the temptress and her scandalous body.  At which time maniac mom came out decked in scandalous shorts to short to be shorts with "delicious" written across her ass and a muscle shirt, exposing her creamy white flesh.  With her blond hair tied in a bun and a bag to big to be called a bag, maniac mom walked out and impatiently waited for Annabell. 
Annabell, the second grade tragic heroin of our story, no taller than most people's waist, came out of her dwelling with a open book in her hand, eyes focused, and ready to learn the way only an African-American child who loves to learn can learn.   
"Annabell!  Please hurry up Sweetie!  I have a client at 8:30 and I'm not ready!  Move it!  Let's go!" said maniac mom to her daughter.
"Coming mommy!" said Annabell as she closed her book and ran to embrace her mother's hand with her own.
"Mommy..." said Annabell as she took her mother's hand, "why did Lucius leave so suddenly?"
"Who?" said maniac mom, not understanding what her imaginative daughter was talking about.  To which maniac mom proceed to say to her young daughter, "Annabell sweetie, if you can go the whole day without talking about what happened, I'll take you to Chuck-e-Cheeses!"
To which Annabell jumped for joy, laughter, and excitement.
Maniac mom, disregarding the day's earlier event as merely a schizophrenic break from reality, and cursing the doctor who said she was anything but schizophrenic, continued her day while thanking the heavens she remained free to care for her young beautiful daughter. 
"Pull it together Xochitl" said manic mom to herself as she put on her fake smile and passed the other ladies congregating outside of their children's school with her fat bellies hanging from their pajamas and their scandalous face from the day's rumors.

From a distant, Lucius wondered what Annabell needed protection from.

Anime Spoiler alert

There is a new Dragon Ball Z movie entitled Battle of the Gods.  It's set several years after the battle with Majin Boo but before Goku meets Uub and begins training him.  It was just released in Japan this past late March.  In the movie, Super Saiyan Goku 3 is defeated twice, even as Super Saiyan God.  I can't wait until it's released next year with English Subtitles.

Also, the next Naruto Shippuden movie will have Susuke attack Konoho and Naruto must use his powers to safe the vilalge hidden in the leaf.  This is a big deal because the comic book just recently revealed that Sasuke has joined the Leaf in the 4th great Ninja world and plans on becoming Hokage after resurrecting the previous 4 Hokages with the help of Orochimaru to help in the battle against Madera and Orbito.  Can't wait for that either!

Now back to my regularly scheduled program!

"So that's what sex looks like!" though Lucius as he slowly backed away from the room of maniac mother.  Having never experienced the pleasure of man or women, Lucius was pure in some respect but loose in others.
"Well..." he thought as he slowly maneuvered his way to Annabell's room.  "It's now or never!"  He walked past maniac mom's room, hearing her stumble all over her room, and walked into Annabell's room.  Annabell was already starting at her door, expecting her mother, while sitting at her table and doing her daily morning reading of her current series infatuation of Junie B. Jones.  When she saw Lucius, she was not surprised but pleased.  She screamed, "Lucius!  Your not dead!" as she ran towards Lucius to give him a hug, but instead slammed into the door and feel unconscious.
"Great!" Lucius thought.  Hearing maniac mom open her door, Lucius decided to transport himself to the lower level of the apartment building.  As he entered into the other apartment, screams emanated from the residents as the crackheads grasped their goodies and hid in the closet.
Maniac mom came running with a shotgun in her arms, aiming in every which direction looking for that phantom.  Seeing her daughter on the floor, she knew she needed the ghostbusters, if only they existed.

Having waited all night, Lucius was happy to see the sun risen, a sight rarely experienced while mortal flesh.  It was of interest to see the humans buzzing in and out of hobbles and mansions, zigzagging through the streets in sneakers with mini dogs in tow and the plethora of Cadillac automobiles.   With the world buzzing with life, Lucius waited for the one life that now mattered more than any other.  He waited for her, the key to his humanity.  The wait was almost unbearable. 
"The sun was up, don't humans rise with the sun!" thought Lucius when a thought suddenly popped into his mind.  Being unbound by the constraints of being a bag of bones, the thought occurred to Lucius to merely walk through the door uninvited and unbeknownst to all.  Having summoned up his courage, Lucius calmly walked through the door of the little girl he most guard.  Shocked, upon entering of the cleanliness of the apartment and the luxury held within.  A 52 inch flat screen, a Wii with a wall of games, leather sofas, wood floors, painted walls, drapery, modern open concept kitchen, and no dust to be seen.  In a split instant, Lucius realized why his mother worked on her back, yet wondered why he became a down on his luck alcoholic.
When Lucius finally arrived at the intersection of two frilly doors, he had a choice to make.  Having decided to show Annabell that he indeed was still with her, decided to enter her quarters in a fully visible state while attempting to reassure her of his good intention.  "God I hope I don't scare the shit out of her!" though Lucius as he braced himself.  He took a deep, imaginary breath, closed his eyes, and headed for the door with the Hello Kitty Sticker, figuring only a child would place such insane stickers of cats in clothing.  Upon entering, he realized he made a mistake when he heard grunts, moans, and baby followed by screams of pleasure and frighten when he realized that maniac mom was looking start at him while holding onto the torso of some body.

Writer's block!  I know what I want to say, I just don't know how to say it!

Reflecting on the day's event, Lucius was not displeased.  Granted, he met his demise shortly after waking and in a semi-sober state, but he was dead and that's what counted.  Having never been an extremely religious man, he was more shock that his ghostly spirit existed and was met by another who transported him through the light and into a line of other ghostly spirits.  It almost reminded him of standing inline at the grocery store to purchase booze.  The only difference being that the other patrons didn't smell of shit and alcohol.

When his time came to speak with the judges of all judges, his relatively quick verdict was nothing but a surprise.  While expecting eternity in hell he received guardianship of one little girl, Annabell.  It's seems saving a life counts for something, though not salvation, it could still be earned.  He was given till the death of the girl to earn his title as honorable human.  Till then, he was not allowed to show his presence or allow anyone to hear him.

Now reflecting on his guardianship, he wondered what would happened if he broke those rules or... better yet, if he'll ever be able to taste his sweet elixir once again.  He waited and waited, and though and thought until sunlight rose and he made up his mind.  He'll introduce himself again to Annabell as her guardian, but guardian of what he wondered?

At the time of THE incident, Annabell's other personality, Emily, took over.  Emily, knowing the procedures for trauma, continued to fade into a new world when she heard her mother call to her. 

"Annabell sweetie, are you okay?" said maniac mom as she frantically picked up Annabell and examined her for any shards or noticeable pain.  Emily, sensing no harm, allows Annabell to return to reality when maniac mom enters their apartment.

"What happened mommy?"  asked Annabell.

"Nothing honey!  Just go play in your room." said maniac mom as she ran to her dresser and picked one of her many suicide notes that she has written for her clients.  "I knew these would come in handy!"  she said aloud to herself while kissing the letter.  "Sweetie!" said maniac mom to Annabell.  "When the pigs arrive, just stay in your room."

Meanwhile, Lucius's body lays on the ground, blood oozing down the corridor and onto the first floor.  Maniac mom quickly walked over to Lucius and placed a suicide note in his jacket.  She then walked over to all the crackhead witnesses and paid them a hundred dollars each, more than enough for a day's high the satisfaction that the day's incident would turn into just a dream.

When the police arrived, the apartments erupted with pig noises and comments about bacon from all the tenants.  Everyone happily told the police that the crazed man commited suicide for no apparent reasons on the second floor with maniac mom's shotgun.  The day was filled with inquiries and outstanding strangers.  By the end of the day, everyone went to sleep happily and high. 

All but one who arose from the place Lucius was slain as a ghostly figure.  Lucius having awaken from his slumber, casually walked over to the little girl's apartment and waited.

Surprised with his own actions, Lucius attempted to remember what propeled him to such a heroic state.  Never in his life has he sacrificed himself for the better good, nor the well being of others.  Granted, he has thought about it on several occasions, and wondered what life would be if he had been a better person, or simply a decent neutral one.  As he attempted to critically think about his state, the fog of alcoholism slowly creeped over him and overcame his mentality with one single thought, booze.  And yet, a distant squeaky voice called out to him and with it, the fog dissipated and an instinct overcame him.

"Mister..." said the brave little girl decked out in pink and black.  "...my momma is is going to be mad when I get home...can you explain to her what happened?"

Lucius, dumbfounded at such a request, fool-hardedly agreed, though knowing that no mother in her right mind would reasonably listen to a urine-stench street peddling son-of-a-whore alcoholic walking anyone's precious daughter home.  She's more likely to bull a shotgun from behind the door and shoot him in the privates than offer a lemon scented tea sprinkled with rum.  But walked Lucius did.

As they walked together, the little girl slowly raised her hand and held Lucius's hand within her tiny black her.  "Thank you Mister!  I don't have many friends, this means a lot to me!" said the little girl.

Never having felt the warmth of another as an adult, the sensation that overflowed Lucius was unbelievable.  Could this be what being a father feels like, though Lucius.  "What's your name, kid?"

"Annabell" said the little girl, with a heart so big it could explode ay any minute.

Slowly walking up the stairs, Lucius felt it would be better to let the girl's hand go before her mother saw and drove her into a manic state.  Yet, as the hands slowly unclasped and departed, Annabell's mother walked one of her client's out the door.  With disheveled curly hair, shorts to short to be shorts, and a bra the motherly instincts of drug-induced motherhood took over. 

Without a single word, maniac mother reached behind the door, pulled out a shotgun, and shot Lucius through the heart.  Afterwards screaming, "My baby, are you alright?  What did that urine-stenched son-of-a-whore drunker do to you?"

Like a distant voice being transmitted to him over a thousand miles away, in a squeak, it said, "Why are you sleeping next to the light pole mister? Mister..."  Slowly dragging himself out of his sleeping states, Lucius awakens drunk.  Searching for his bottle, his elixir of euphoria, his memory inhibitor, his salvation... he staggers to his feet.  Anger raising, he rips his clothes hurriedly in search of his mini vodka he bought the night before he passed out for 2 dollars a hit.  "Jee Wizz Mister!  You need a shower!  What are you looking for?" said a little voice standing in the street with a scooter and a bag from the grocer.  With redden eyes and tears building in his mouth, the man's dry and thirsty voice utters "Bottle!"

"What are you, a baby? Only a baby needs a bottle mister!" said the brave little girl at the frighten Lucius.  "Is that you bottle in the clump of green, wet waste in the drain on the curb? Ewwwww!"

With a sigh of relief and full blown tears rolling down his eyes, Lucius reaches for his bottle with a heavy trembling hand.  Disregarding the waste and the smell of swear stench, he happily opens his bottles and drinks his poison.  "Thanks kids, you saved me from the jitter pains!  hmmm...my real savior"  replied Lucius.  As he puts his jacket back on and prepares for a few hours of begging with his Starving in Utopia...God Bless sign, it was like the world slows down as a car speeds around the alley corner.  In an hearing instant, Lucius jumps from his position and pulls the kid out of the way and onto the floor next to the light pole.  "You've could've been killed!" Lucius yelled.  The girl calmly picked herself up and sighed, "Now your my savior you dirty old man!" as she handed Lucius her mother's change.

Lucius awoke feeling bright and happy.  The smell of freshly cut grass surrounded his nostril.  The smell of woman filled his room and he slowly stirred awake.  Eggs and bacon sizzled in the kitchen.  The sound of television cartoon noised the room with children' insanity.  He was happy!  When he went to fish this woman cooking him breakfast into his arms, her face was faceless, emotionless, bleak.  When he turned to face his children, not existed!  Merely children's clothing filled with pillows.  A tear rolled down his eye when the truth dawn on him.  Rolling down his cheek onto his chin, and finally tumbling on the floor.  This single droplet of salty water bulldozed the floor.  Creating a cavity that soon became a sinkhole, which soon became a black-hole.  Slowly twisting and turning, reminiscent of a blender, Lucius elongated into the black-hole.  Awaken!  At last...it was just a dream.  Yet, those minutes in a happy dream were more real to Lucius that any waking reality.  Because reality was hell!

It's bright everyone!  The morning sun is shining, awakening the birds, the worms, and the humans stirring and zigzagging from mansions and hobbles.  The world is awakening with the happy energy that consumes all who relish it's potential.  Yet, one man's heart is not filled with that zealot energy that consumes the zigzagging humans.  This man's heart grieves with darkness in the shadows cast by the sun.  He does not wish to wake with the sun, wake with the birds, wake with the worms, or the zigzagging humans.  This man's hobbles are the cement floors that will never leave him.  A place as soft as his heart, and as clean as his teeth.  He spends his morning sleeping, because wake only brings thoughts of life's regrets and wishes for death.  His 18 hour sleeps brings adventures, joys, happiness, and a life worth living.  A life worth enjoying when the life he leads is nothing but suffering.  Although he doesn't use his name, this man was once know as Lucius.  A name he believes to be cursed since the day his mother conceived him in a brothel's bed!