2005-09-20 - 6:09 p.m.
The kid in the apartment above him was at it again. He saw what time it was. Eight o�clock in the morning and that little fucker is running around his apartment. Ed was to the point where he, as a grown man, felt hate for another person�s child.
Ed rolled over and wished ill upon the running steps. They stopped for one glorious moment.
Ed smiled.
Ed didn�t know that the baby had a bad skin problem on his behind from running around in shitty britches. His mom smelled him and threw the kid to the ground and changed him. Before the shit could dig into those baby folds in the upper thigh area.
No one wants shit that deep.
The kid had on a clean diaper so he started running around again.
Ed stopped smiling He felt the urge to go and talk to the little shit stained kid�s mother. The urge was so strong that he started to get out of his bed. At that exact moment his own mother entered the room. She had been up for an hour already. She had to go to her job because Ed has been eating her out of apartment and home.
He usually has the munchies when he comes home.
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Are you gonna get a job today?
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I have a job, mom, I�m making a movie.
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Good for you son. Now you can pay the electric bill with your first paycheck.
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Ed opened his mouth to say something. His mom got tired of looking at her son with his mouth agape so she stormed out of the room. Ed also lost the urge to talk to the little bastard�s (his father was in some other state knocking up other young women) mother. He laid back down in his soft bed and listened for his mom to leave.
He did not make it very long. The footsteps from the apartment above him had become a perfect lullaby.
