| Stanley Rhodes
was good looking, and had lots of money. He had two movies, one was
nominated for three awards, and the other was one of those stupid romantic
VCR tapes that never saw the light of the silver screen. His popularity
came from the romantic VCR tape mostly ... a bunch of females buying and
rating it the #1 "hot pick" of the week in practically every magazine created
for the child bear'ers of the species in the country. Soon to be
the world, as they were working on dubbing poor Stanley's voice with Spanish,
French, German, and Japanese. He relished the idea that sometime
in his future he would make a special appearance in Mexico, and dissapoint
the locals that he didnt have the deep manly quick speaking spanish man
of a voice as they knew so well. As he asked the limo driver to "up"
the "bubble-jet-stream-thing" as he called it, he mumbled something to
himself as he fell into a deep sleep ... the bubbles dragging him into
his slumber.
Now, to explain
a little about our friend Stanley. When he was younger, nobody liked
him. He was unpopular and "ugly" in everyone's mind's eye.
He could have been brutally murdered in broad daylight and nobody would
care, or at least thats what he constantly thought to himself. When Stanley
got out of school he worked in the computer business, because he was very
good with figuring out software and programs. As the time passed,
the days he spent with computers became weeks. The weeks became months,
the months became years. It was three years later that he encountered
by a specteral figure within his computer. Suprisingly enough
he found this 'spectre" was friendly. Him and Savy (the ghostly apparation
liked to be called) became good friends as they talked with each other
throughout the passing year. Savy helped him out with technical problems
he had trouble with and mentally kept our friend Stanley within the boundaries
of sanity. For the continuing four years he spent his life with work,
his computer, Savy, and his slim thread of reality unraveling ever so slowly....
it wasnt a matter of time until...
It was a Sunday
afternoon that it happened. Savy was digitally messing up people
via the net when Stanley walked in on him. Savy quickly erased all
traces of what he was doing and greeted Stanley as he did every other day.
"Fuck off
you little cunt." Stanley barked back at him
Startled by such
a reaction Savy got angered. Nobody talked to him like that before.
Nobody. Savy wanted to hurt Stanley badly, and so he remembered some
stuff about curses and all that "mumbo jumbo" as Stanley had commented
about it once. Savy thought to himself about what he would to to
poor poor Stanley for making him angry, and in two minutes, he had his
plan. Savy would curse Stanley! Not only would he curse him,
but he would make it the best curse ever in the world! Savy looked
over the pathetic Stanley and realized what he would do. He would
make Stanley a star. He would curse him with good looks, money, and
popularity. From there it would grow bigger and bigger until he became
Ruler of the World, would die of old age with skantly clad concubines at
his sides and a smile on his face.....
The car stopped.
The limo door opened and the driver woke up Stanley.
"Sir, we are
at your home, and i wake you up as you asked me to" he said, punching Stanley
across his face with the brunt end of a telephone.
Walking up he mumbled something while rubbing the bruise against his face.
"ugh ... mmhrmphmm
mmhrphm not dead ... mhrmph .. pity." he grumbled.
As he got out of the limo in his towel
and looked up at the twenty seven storie building that was his home, then
back down at the long stretch limo with a jaccuzi, television, phone, leather
seats, sun roof, and minature fussball table. It was at this time,
as he stared at his perfect face in the reflection of the tinted windows
of the car, that Stanley finally realized for the seventy eighth time that
day, that his life sucked.
"I must be
cursed or something." he thought to himself.
and he was right . . . . . . . . he
was.
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