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1 Day 1: I Am Jason Worth
    
    Don’t take me at my word about that. I often think of myself as Jason Worthless. I’ve
wasted the three people who ever cared about me. My mom died while I was off chasing
rainbows. My grandma is about to die, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Ok, I could
sit with her, but I’m not doing it. The only other person was a teacher in my senior year
in high school. She helped me, and then I left town and never told her how much I
appreciated her help when I really needed it. Everything that I’ve tried failed. I own
practically nothing; the things I do own are worthless. I could die and nobody would know
or care. Besides, I drink too much.
2 
A Matter of Need

    “Garth, you’re such a loser. You don’t know how to take care of a lady,” Ellie said
as they were arguing about Ellie’s need for some cosmetic supplies. They were sitting in
the living room of the RV.
    “Lady?” Garth responded. “What the fuck you mean by ‘lady’? You’re a fucking ‘broad’.
Gimmie a goddamn break.”
    “I’ll give you a break, you asshole. I just might stop myself from kicking your
balls, but don’t count on it.” She stomped off into the bedroom, leaving her husband
fuming in the tiny, stuffy living room.
    They arrived at this godforsaken place weeks ago. Garth wanted to find a cheap
camping place. “State land,” he said. “Don’t cost anything, just the permit.” Right. Then
again, there was nothing there but rocks, cactus, and a few bushes. The mountains were
pretty; but, with nothing but quiet day and night, one began to appreciate the sound of
the generator that charged the batteries once a day.
    This had been coming on for years, and this particular time—given that they were on
the fringes of TV and radio reception, and chocolate—was the last straw. He used to be
studly; but, over the years, he’d slacked. In his late fifties his formerly muscular frame
took on a pudgy softness. He was still hard underneath, but his waist was much wider, and
he seldom shaved any more. She no longer got satisfaction in any sense of the word. She
could remember the last orgasm she had, and it was not induced by this prick, who still
strutted around as her husband. Damn, he had turned into a piece of shit.
    Garth thought back to the times when he first met Ellie. She was sexy as hell, with
nice boobs, generous ass, and perfect legs. He could get his rocks off just looking at
her. She couldn’t get enough of his cock then. She practically ate it for breakfast,
lunch, and dinner. Those were the days. Now, she was mostly fat. Still sexy in a perverted
way: big ass, wide hips, just that she hadn’t done anything with them. All right, she
washed the dishes and cooked some hotdogs. But she no longer got him going the way she
used to. He could accommodate the fat that she acquired, but it was not that. She just had
not done anything with whatever she had. Then, trying to fuck her was like fighting. “I
don’t feel so good”, or “I’ve got a headache”, “It’s too damn hot”, or “…what the fuck
ever… It was just no longer worth it. He had been frequenting the toilet sink to get his
jollies. Always feeling resentful afterward.
    She did say that she would be happy with getting oral sex. Yeah. Like I was about to
do that. Just like she wasn’t about to give me oral sex. Stalemate. Fuck it! He was really
sick of it. During dinner, he was morose, only grunted to whatever Ellie was saying. He
wanted to watch some porno on a DVD and then jerk off while in the bathroom. Then he had a
better thought. He could go to town. Yeah. That was an idea!
    Ellie washed the dishes and then went to the bedroom while Shithead showered. When he
came out, she was expecting him to just settle on his ass and watch the crappy TV as
usual. Instead, he began to spray himself with deodorant, and put on his relatively clean
Levi’s. “What’re you up to? You don’t put on no deodorant for me. Are you leaving?”
	“Yeah, I’m leaving. Need to get some tobacco and talk to the water delivery guy.”
    “Get me some milk chocolate with roasted almonds. And a couple of Jack Daniel’s.”
    “Yeah, I’ll get you some. I might be late coming home. Don’t wait up.”
    He started his pride and joy, the four-wheel drive Dodge 2500 with the turbo charged
diesel. He reveled in the powerful sound of the exhaust as his truck kicked up some dust
on the way to town. 
    He was thinking of Carmelita’s boobs, tight ass, and her cool apartment. He might
even stay overnight. Ellie would never know. Once she goes to sleep after a few drinks,
she won’t be up till noon.