The Coquetries Of SUCK FACE BLOW

As the title states... short fiction stories about SUCK FACE BLOW.

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I study independently. I have just completed my first philosophical composition. Satire is a magnificent form of communication. I am an ordained minister. As a brief over view of my current frame of mind. I am Un-Available, ladies - I have no interest in relationships at this point, and such is a decision made out of caring. Did someone mention a "plan?" Other Degrees and Certifications; "DOCTORATE" - "B.A." - "MASTERS" The counter doesn't function properly... so there!


Monday, November 06, 2006

SUCK FACE BLOW - Professional Incriminater

The Coquetries Of

SUCK FACE

BLOW

PROFESSIONAL INCRIMINATER!

A Short Fiction Series

That Is Supposed To Suck!

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

11/06/2006

A person could say I was some what of a tattle tale when I was younger.... but I knew, and so did my mother, that it was just the positive signs of a very bright future as a professional incriminater.

I can't remember a day that went by where the words "I'm telling" didn't cross my lips. Little did I know then that such a tendency meant nothing less than a shining future... that is, once I got beyond junior high and high school, and all of the ass whippings I managed to receive.

They just could not see the future I had in store!

Before I knew it, the tendencies which are usually used to get attentions as young children, managed to work their way into some considerable annoyances in my early and mid teens, then into an incredible career of setting people up and even saying that they did something directly to authorities in exchange for what ever praise or silly prize I could manage.

I even worked on a case once that lasted decades. the idea was just to keep this one guy incriminated so that in the politically correct arena of the day, he couldn't even manage gainful employment. It didn't even entail any real authority figures... just the inverted use of the modern politically correct atmosphere.

All I had to do was make sure that people... anyone, thought that the guy did something... anything even... as long as it was distasteful.

I had to appreciate the pride I felt in knowing I was very much a part of the display in the transition of society yet again, to a more deplorable and pitiable state of existence.

My take was pretty keen... I managed some welfare checks and some free cocktails which is nothing to sneeze at considering my humble beginnings as a tattle tail that never grew out of it.

I could even change the reason from day to day and people would still buy into it.

What a great gig! I got so good at incriminating that I could even to free form incriminating.... I could just make stuff up on the spot and it was as good as gold!

Of course, it took me some years to figure out that people don't really care as long as it isn't them being incriminated. In that, you could say I got my respect. People knew of my incriminater prowess and it showed... and the chicks dig a guy that has some sway. They really dig a guy that looks like he has it going on... you know, has control of the situation. That guy was me!

I was Suck Face Blow.

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