Tuesday, October 2, 2012

A Little Fatalism For A Tuesday Morning

A 100 Word Story

Bruce was one of the quirkiest people I've ever known. He was down on his luck when I met him, working as a commissioned telemarketer in Jackson, Mississippi. He looked like Vegas Elvis, with big bushy mutton chops and gaudy silver rings.

Bruce claimed to have been the leader of a Pagan cult, spinning fantastic stories of ritual initiations, nude neophytes and moonlight orgies. What I remember most though, is his singular reincarnationist philosophy which is one of the most pessimistic I've ever encountered. Imagine his credo voiced as Eyore:

"Life's a bitch. Then you die. Then there's another one."