Right around the start of this year,
tells the rest of us in the Broken River click, “Aye, I’ma drop this fool Graham’s book on Broken River,” and we were all like, “cool,” and then Rock City came out and I ain’t met Graham G.D. (which I imagine stands for God Damn) Bowlin yet but Simmons has and he said old boy is cool as hell and Simmons reads people well and Mr. God Damn seems to champion a lot of dope underground shit so when I decided to start running excerpts on here, I hit him up for something from Rock City and—well, this shit is fire. Read for yourself:
[cover art by JoEllen Smith]
LIMEWIRE
Me, Brian, New, Kelly, and Grace all parachuted Adderall before we went to Gator’s where we drank and drank, like too many beers to remember, but everybody was so cool that night and the lights were so warm I just felt like I could be anything and that all of these people were my friends and that tomorrow was going to be a really good day so of course I wasn’t going to stop drinking and nobody else was either but the Adderall was time release and I felt like I wasn’t getting anything, like it wasn’t releasing inside me so I talked Brian or somebody into giving me another one and then the world just ignited, my pulse going crazy until the pulse felt plural and overall I was just sweaty as fuck, inside and out, and Grace and I kept holding hands under the table and New kept making fun of us but we didn’t care and we got into really deep conversations about what the thing of it is and what the thing of it was and just, like, the thing of it all, talking, talking, talking until the bar was closing at which point we all got pretty fucking bummed out, but then this big blonde lady who was pretty good looking, grown up good on white bread, collards, scrapple, et al., who had been dancing on the bar with her very large breasts out only minutes before said “Fuck this, the party ain’t ending, we’re getting a room at the Microtel across the road,” so everybody drove across over there and we got two adjoining rooms and kept the party going and shit got crazy to the point where the well-fed blonde is getting double teamed on a mattress by a white guy and a black guy and she was actually cumming so hard she was squirting everywhere, like on a Limewire vid, and Grace and Kelly and I sat there and watched them fuck rough with some other folks I didn’t really know and New walked into the room and watched for a minute and said, “Chess board, nice” and the black guy who was fucking her ass at the time grabbed the TV remote and flung it across the room and it hit New in the eye and it was probably because the blood in my veins was rushing so fast that my brain kinda short circuited and I laughed about that until I was actually crying while, of course, nobody else paid any attention ‘cause they were watching the threeway and getting horny, at least, Grace and I got really boned up because we ended up actually fucking on the floor on a pile of sheets next to the actual bed so that we were all just moaning and sweating together while everyone watched, with Grace’s big tits spilling out from her Camper Van Beethoven shirt pulled up to her neck, though the pillow over her face was kinda weird, but she was so into it, so fucking wet and moaning so hard into the dirty pillow that everybody still enjoyed watching, which really escalated when Kelly pulled the pillow back and kissed Grace deep, with Grace kissing her back, so Kelly sucked on Grace’s nipples and everyone cheered and I felt like a fucking god until this shithead whose name I don’t know I guess felt like he could be Kelly and reached out, grabbing Grace’s tit and shaking it around like Indiana Jones testing the weight before stealing an artifact, so I punched him while still fucking her which made everybody else but him get amped up (at this point even the white guy from the threesome was watching us fuck) and after I hit him Grace’s eyes lit up red, she went nuts, she pushed me on my back and sat on my cock and just started slamming down on me again and again until all the whiskey and the adrenaline and the attention and all the all the all the speed just hit hit hit and I didn’t even pull out I just came inside of her for what felt like a lifetime while people laughed or whooped or walked away ‘cause that’s all folks, so Grace got up and flopped down on her back on the bed next to the blonde girl and the black guy who were still going for gold and she just laid there on her back while all that stuff that was in me ran out of her, onto her thighs and the bed, and while I watched her lay there, pink and exhausted, I realized that she might feel weird about showing her face but deep down she wanted to show the world everything and she would, this realization made me feel like my heart was going to explode or maybe that was the speed so I got another beer and walked around and talked to people and nobody seemed to care that all that Adderall had flowed to my dick and I had a full on boner until morning when everybody felt shame seeping in from the oozing tendrils of the sun and we all admitted defeat and everyone put their clothes on and Grace and I waited down in the parking lot chain smoking cigarettes, so that Brian could help the blonde girl find her bra and get herself together so that he could drive her back to her car by 7am so that she could pick her kids up from their dad’s place in time to get them to school.
G.D. Bowlin is a writer from North Carolina. He’s the author of the novels Rock City and Deep Dark.
Good lord.