The Parasite | Eminem

04

A black duffel bag full of books on how to be a shitty person.
Not literally... but close enough.
On The Genealogy of Morals by Friedrich Nietzsche.
The Stranger by Albert Camus.
Choke by Chuck Palahniuk.
That's a good one.
I'll hopefully have time to get through them.
Them and several packs of cigarettes.
It's a couple days.

I know I was supposed to head to bed earlier last night, but I accidentally got myself into bed with some random chick.
It's not my fault when a woman's attractive and I'm such a smooth talker.
Women love it when you talk about intelligent things.
All I needed to do was explain the myth of Sisyphus to her and she was asking to come back to my place.
I was hanging around an apothecary store.
She was buying some type of herbs.
Don't ask why I was there.
I don't recollect.
I didn't buy anything...
But I spoke to the owner for a while about smash and grabs.
Yeah...
I'm the world's satirist.

Anyways, I ate her out and didn't comment on the way she tasted.
Even if a girl doesn't taste good, you go on.
Don't be a douchebag.
She didn't really taste like much.
Whatever, she enjoyed it.
I got to watch a girl with a precious little button nose and plump lips throw her head back and whine endlessly.
We both win.

Where was I?
Oh yeah, I've gotta leave for the airport.
I squirm into a tight black sports bra and a slip a black blazer over top of it.
Nice.
My slacks are slightly wrinkled and it kind of gets on my nerves but it doesn't matter.
Technicalities.
I already forgot what clothes I put in the bag.
I definitely have my headphones.
That's important.

I kiss my apartment goodbye for the weekend and when I arrive at the airport, I decide instantly that I wish I could head right back to bed.

Marshall's wearing a bright yellow jumpsuit.
Bright yellow jumpsuit...
Yeah.

"Wow. He's gonna love you" I mumble, my eyes drooping and my face blank.
I'm not being sarcastic surprising.
Dre will love him.
He'll start laughing immediately upon Marshall's arrival and the next time he's out with friends, he'll tell them the story of a blonde white boy coming into his office in a yellow jumpsuit.
He's giving Dre a story to tell and giving me a run for my money.

"Shut the fuck up, it's all I got." He purses his lips, voice low and angry.
Hey, it kind of sounds deep!

"Question? Why did you buy it in the first place?"
Seriously.
I need to know what went through his mind.

"It's not that damn bad, man." He grunts, crossing his arms over his chest and letting out a laboured sigh.

"Maybe this is the reason you've got problems with women" I suggest with a soft chuckle.
Random thought, where the fuck is my dad at?

"Where's your boyfriend huh?"
Boyfriend?
Hah.

"I ate a girl out last night." Flat and confident, I brag to him.
I'd like to say I'm bisexual... that makes things less complicated.

"Oh Jesus Christ, how bad can you get?" He rolls his eyes, not looking at me.
His face spells frustration.
I get up under his skin.
I'm the world's infectious parasite.

"Much worse than this. You haven't seen anything yet."
I'd like Marshall to come back when he's not desperately trying to make his relationship work with a girl who's too young and immature for him.
Sure they've got a kid together, but God, every other day he's bitching about something new with her.