Memories of Flavortown

Guy's Goodbye

You turned your head on the pillow to see your boyfriend's beautiful frosted tips almost glowing in the early morning light as he pulled on his flame-printed shirt, grabbing his sunglasses from the bedside table as he did so. He slid the glasses on while sighing, "last night, eh?" he spoke with his signature southern voice almost dripping of sadness, of which had never failed to turn you on. You grinned as he ran his greasy hands through his luscious locks. You couldn't tell if the strange glistening was from the burger you two had shared the previous night, or something else, but frankly, you didn't care. Whenever you saw his hands you reminisce of his thick, sausage-y fingers roaming your body.

"Nevertheless, Tubba Wubba," you responded sweetly, knowing how much he loved the pet name. "You smashed me like a bowl of potatoes."

Guy smiled. "You know what I always say; no matter how tough the meat may be, it's going to be tender if you slice it thin enough." His words made you melt. How did you end up this lucky? He waddled his way over to you, pulling his pants up before placing a soft kiss on your cheek, leaving behind a stain of grease. It was almost electric, as you felt a shock spread through your body, lingering at the spot his lips had touched your cheek.

Guy pulled away and looked into your eyes deeply with his shit-colored ones, almost with regret, before letting a single tear drip down his face, making a visible trail from the peculiar layer of grime on his skin. You could see the emotion through his sunglasses and it broke your heart. With a sigh, he pulled a note out from his flame-adorned pocket and pressed it into your hand with his own trembling fingers.

For a moment, you looked at him, admiring his patchy and sparse goatee. You unfolded the small piece of paper in your hand, almost afraid to see what message was contained inside. Your breath caught in your throat as you read the message, "You don't have to eat the whole cheeseburger, just take a piece of the cheeseburger." You were speechless, not knowing what to say to him. He had always been a man of words, but these hit you hard. They were saturated in inspiration and made you feel the hope you didn't know you had buried deep within you.

Silently, Guy took a step back from you, more tears dripping down his face. He began making his way out of the room and you felt unable to move. He was free, now. You couldn't stop him. No one could.

He placed his chubby hand on the dirty doorknob, muttering his words almost inaudibly, "peace, love and taco grease." And without even turning to look at you, he disappeared behind the door, closing it behind him with a dull thud. You extended your arm slightly, trying to will him to return, but he was gone. He was off to Flavortown.