Of Lighters and Heaviers

Isnt it funny? you cant escape your fate. and it strikes you in the weirdest of ways

Give it back dick!, Akro said, before he snatched the lighter out of the dick's hand. Why are people so god damn sadistic. He'd bought that 20 something buck not-worth-a-shot thing just hours ago. and it was handy, the only reason that drove him to it in the first place. He was Bored with matchboxes and the heavy mechanics of pushing them open, finding a match, calmly taking it out so the others stay put, carefully pushing it back, only to find that it was a sterile one. Its got to be repeated again. Argh! sad how things have enough animation to piss you off.

He took it back home, the invaluable lighter that is, and for 48 longs hours, it remained in the clutches of safety (not safe). The lighter had suffered heavy physical damage but it still was a virgo intacto, technically speaking.Hymenoplasties (as suggested often by psychadeelia) have their utility.

It was dark and the only light (yellowish indian shit-like lamplights) travelling about 25 metres to reveal them, didnt reveal their original subtle selves. The harder-for-the-lighter row had struck again. The dick is incorrigibly, congenitally and nauseatingly implacable, akro fumed. the worst kinds of patients are the ones who think they arent so. Two DI's later (Divine intervention and Doctoral interruption) akro was lighting himself up with a very broken (still surprisingly working) sparkplug. I'd rather crush it under my sodden feet than lay it even a galaxy around you, he had bursted out. And surely, he saw the dick walk away muttering something like a thank you (which he stupidly thinks is a smart remark), and it pleased him. Why is appreciation so tough? and they called him egoistic.

The sunlight filtered through a pseudo-gray cloud and touched his face warmly. It felt good to be in control. and to be caressed by the only thing that seems to be in control. In a moment of sheer passion-filled solace, he embraced all the radiance around him, standing up as he did. chrikk! chrukk!

He didnt know how to react- the juventus tattooed ebony lighter was in smithereens. 20 bucks and an experience. Akro went back to look for a matchbox.