A Shoddy Existence

Chapter 1 Part 1

Hey, the names' Jason, but my friends call me Chump. Well, actually my mom calls me that. I don't have any friends. Now I don't mean to sound clichè, but high school is hard. Especially when you're deemed a social outcast. Oh, and not to mention the fact that I'm gay... well, homosexual because I am definitely not happy. In conclusion, I'm basically the perfect human punching bag for douchebag football jockies. The main one of these being Brad Vennis. 

I don't exactly have a good home life either. My mom's crazy harlot who sleeps around, and my father's a hard druggie who sometimes comes home so intoxicated that he'll beat the living daylights out of me an my mom.

I'm not completely alone though. I guess you could call it a sanctuary. A place I'll go when Dad is really drunk. There's an old jewish man lives down the cul de sac. A lot of the kids think he is a german nazi... but I find his stories about his experience in World War 2 quite fascinating and don't mind the others alienating me for hanging around there. He has a daughter named Cassie that goes to my school. She's pretty, popular, and she's a cheerleader. I try to make as little contact with her as possible because I heard she goes out with Brad and I'd rather keep my endless torture to a bare minimum.

I've never had much interest in women anyway. It's quite an embarrassing story, but ever since I was 12, my dad would give me playboy magazines. It was how I found out I was a homo. All the girls in bikinis, strange getups... even the topless ones never phased me or peaked my interest much. I noticed the men a lot more to be honest.My mother used to say I could be in one of those magazines if I fixed my hair a bit and cleared my skin. I never considered it much, but I have used a couple of skin treatment creams my mother buys me. I thought it would be bad to waste the money she spent on them... and my skin was doing quite good.

She was very kind to me before my brother left for college. She was happier then. After he left, she lost it... went completely off her hinges. I guess she couldn't handle her most precious baby bird leaving the nest.

I always thought of my brother as the lucky one. He got out before I could. Before it got bad. I begged and begged him to take me with him, but he denied saying "You'd be too much of a bother to me." He always was a prick. Took his fake tan girlfriend down to Miami. She was for sure a gold digger because my brother wasn't quite the looker. I should know how much money he has because sends us a particularly large sum of money each month. Most of it gets used by my dad to buy overpriced drugs in vast amounts. He says he 'needs' them to deal with my mother. I know that that's where all the funds go because I found an eviction notice on our door yesterday. Just another thing that life torments me with I guess.

In a futile attempt to find something good somehow, I cut my hair... dyed it even. I have to admit, I'm no hair stylist, but I think I did ok. I'm liking this coffee brown color as well. I saw a few open-mouthed stares from a small handful of girls (not that I care) but they seemed to be seeing me some what differently. However that is.  I know it seems stupid, but I bought more face treatment supplies. I thought maybe it would abate the brutality of onlooking eyes. I've got to have some hope in this harsh life.

The nightmare of school has been diminished as of late. Brad and his parasite henchmen got expelled for beating up some nerdy kid named Charlie Gills and landing him in the hospital. Gill's parents even decided to press charges against them. With Brad gone, Cassie has been clinging onto me recently.  Don't ask why because I have no clue. I guess I seemed like a guy she could toy with while Brad was gone, but honestly I'm not having it. Her high pitched voice and random squeals are really starting to irritate me, but it's best to not provoke her too much. I know she's not genuine because she's honestly the most insincere person I've ever met. She follows me around like a lost puppy every second of my day, but I don't mind if she sticks around that much. Besides, it's not like I can tell her to leave me alone. I'd rather keep my life thank you very much.

Because there's a person worth living for to me...