NOW IT CAN BE TOLD By Jake Malone

My final moments alive with the "Iron Man".

I was addicted to cocaine, penniless, and trapped in porn valley. Life truly sucked.

Then there I was at the Gerald Desmond Bridge,in Long Beach, and something inside me said "let's go for a climb".

I started up the girders. Below me (Blow me, NLP) a cop car pulled up, and a bored looking officer stepped out. He was over 300 pounds and held four donuts in his right hand.

"Either climb down or jump off, I don't give a fuck" he yelled up to me.

Then there was Brandon, my friend, he had offered to help, and had slipped through the police line.

"You still owe me for that lunch" he said in a montone voice which would do Lee Harvey proud.

"I though you were here to help" I sobbed, as a remaining crack cocaine flake rolled out my nose.

"Did you watch "The Crying Game" and hear the story about the scorpion and the frog, the I-man said.

"What do you want?" I said in terror

"Since you're going to die anyway, I figured I'd give you the herp, I've only spread it a couple times this week, and it's telling me it needs more hosts. It's a powerful being, and it's wishes cannot be ignored. Izzy Ice couldn't handle it, so she had to go, an unmarked grave in Scotland. Dumb ho, can you believe she fake married me for a fake green card? The Iron man has now seen everything".

I turned to look below. A football feet away, bobbing in the whitecaps under the bridge, men on a fireboat was already unrolling the black bag. Something told me they had been to this rodeo before.

AUGHHH! there it was, a stab in my neather regions, just when I had turned my back. I felt one of his pustuals break.

Ten stories down, I could hear the officer scream as the herp fragments invaded his eyes, maybe he could tell his girlfriend it was pink eye.

I was tettering, Brandon had not even given me a reach around, then I was falling with no pants, I last remember hitting the water and then darkness. . . . Brandon did try to go through my pants pockets though whether he was looking for spare change or trophies from his latest kill, is something I will never know.

The iron man will claim he was out of the country, at the time and this never happened, but when has Brandon ever told the truth about anything related to his own immigration status.

A HAZY VIEW

There I was at the funeral home, in a box, I had made an ash out of myself.

"I just want to be alone with the ashes, for the moment," the smooth talking Canadian said to the bored attendant. "let me be with my friend for the last time".

As soon as the door was closed Brandon whipped it out and begain to American Pie my ashes. "I'll make sure you get herpes if it's the last thing you ever do." he screamed like Lee Harvey slapping his wife.

It's like the preditory microscopic yeasty beastie that had infected Hillary Scott's VJ had also hollowed him out making him a shadow of a man, and only a semi voluntary carrier of his ebola like plague.

THE END