The Boosh and whatnot

Excellent choice

2009-01-08T19:53:35+01:00

Ok, so this one is about the song Excellent Choice by the Horrors. If you havn't heard it then listen first.

He felt the impact of the drugs spin around the room. Lights, colours, voices, shapes. It was loud. He blinked rapidly trying to keep up with life around him. He slurred over to the bar and threw back the closest glass to him. It could have been anybody's but it didn't matter. He spun around and caught a glimpse of a gorgeous looking girl. He smiled and winked. She was staring at him. He strutted over to her the best he could. He stumbled a couple of times but managed to make his way there. He managed to speak a couple of words to her before she wrapped her arms around his neck and forced her tongue down his throat.
Morgan's eyes opened wide and he sprung upwards. He blinked and his eyes adjusted to the darkness around him. The lights had gone, the excitement and music had disappeared. It was a dream.
Morgan sighed. His head was thumping. He remembered the feeling, free and single. He was a rebel and it was amazing.
The shape by him moved and he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You ok Morgan?" A soft quiet voice whispered to him. His wife. The empty feeling returned. The feeling he got everyday, or rather the feeling he didn't get everyday. Nothingness.
Morgan couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. He lay in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling thinking back to his dream. His old life. What had happened to make him so boring? His feelings are no longer. He had a terrible pain in his head. That was the part that was keeping him awake. sally opened her eyes. She slid her hand across Morgan's chest and he gritted his teeth. He knew what was coming next. He blamed his wife for his slow love. His lack of enthusiasm towards her was the main part of it. She no longer amused him.

Morgan finally decided to move himself from his bed. He hadn't slept and he was tired. He moved into the study and sat at the desk. He positioned his reading glasses on his nose and sighed. The empty feeling grew. He cracked his knuckles and then rested his hands on the desk. A huge pile of paperwork rested alongside them. He collected up all the pieces of paper from around the study that needed working on. Three feet of paper. He picked up his favourite pen.
There wern't many things Morgan liked anymore but this pen was one of them. He looked up a little and saw the picture of his family out of the corner of his eye. He then realised he felt more for his pen than he did for his family.

Morgan and his wife had two children. Back when his life was new and exciting, he had longed for kids. If he had known then what he did now, then he would never have had children. Children ruined his life. Once yo've got a kid, you can't go out as much. You can't enjoy life without worrying about them. Theres always a consiquence.

After a short while, he could no longer concentrate on his work. In realising it was still early morning, he decided to do one of the only things he enjoyed. He dropped his pen and took his glasses with him as he stood up. He walked across the hall. A few years ago he would have been quiet so not to wake the kids. Now he was quiet so he didn't have to make awquard conversation with whoever woke. He pulled down the loft stairs and began to climb up them.
Hew would often sit up in the loft reading from a book of Children's Stories. It reminded him of better times. The fairytale life he had dreamed of. He smiled momenterily but then he head a shout from downstairs. His wife was calling him. He was back to reality, the smile faded. Her voice was shrill and almost unbearable. He winced. Unwillingly he clambered back down the stairs.

Morgan looked at his wife. She used to be so attractive, so beautiful and fun. Not now. Her looks had faded and simalar routines had forced her to be somebody boring. Somebody he didn't like.

For the rest of the day, Morgan was dreading the family meal. He always did. It was always so awquard and silent. TRhe family had become far too familiar with eachother. The children's antics no longer impressed him and their constant bickering had become repetative and boring. They began to pick tiny faults with eachother over the dinner table. Morgan clenched one fist under the table. The way they argued, it was like they where making a concious effort to cause him misery. He piled another forkfull of food into his mouth with a sigh. He couldn't taste anything. His wifes dishes had become tedious. Back when he was younger he would have died for a spoon of her soup or a bite of a yorkshire pudding but not now. He glanced around the familiar room. The bland wall hangings surrounded them. They where also far too familiar to him. His life had become a routine of emotionless actions followed by minimum wage work then more emotionless actions.

One of the children poured salt over the table. What a waste. He sighed again thinking about all the pointless things that has sapped his money over the years. The salt was just a small part of it. What other pointless rubbish had his money been wasted on. Shoe Polish. Oven Cleaner. Vaccum Bags. Sugar Substitutes. He didn't earn enough for salt to be wasted like this, but he didn't get angry. He couldn't get angry. Emotionless. He looked at his children. They didn't appreaciate what they had, they would someday understand the value of money. He saw them throwing food at eachother. He had given them too much of the little he had. He wished his family where dead.

"Go on Morgan. That's the soloution." A husky voice, varying in tone spoke to him. Morgan looked around.
"Do it." It spoke again. Morgan couldn't find anyone around. Who was talking?
"Who are you? Where are you?" Morgan blinked rapidly.
"Haha, I'm Faris, Morgan. I know all about your plans, I'm in your head." The voice laughed. "Do it. I'm not going to stop you. I must say, it's a great answer to your problems. Well done, Sir." He spoke with great sarcasm. Morgan just shook his head.

Morgan was out of ideas. He had no imagination left and he couldn't carry on like this. The next day, after dinner Morgan gathered his thoughts and stood up, leaving without a word. "Well done." Faris whispered to him. Morgan ignored him and walked out the door. "Clever, arn't we?" Faris laughed again. Morgan ignored him and focused on his footsteps. They where identicle. The same rhythm and the same distance, repetative. Just like his life. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I'm not putting the doubt in your mind, I just wondered." Faris questioned his act. Morgan just blocked it out, he was sure. "Ok, ok. Excellent choice, Morgan."

He could see the wire fence surrounding the field now. He approached it, getting quicker by the second. He jumped up the fence and began climbing it he tore his clothes and his skin with the spikey rails. He still felt nothing. No pain, no doubts, no sadness. Silently he jumped down from the fields surrounding wire. He could see his target clearly now. The sun was setting around him. Getting closer to the train tracks, he sighed. This was it. "Excellent. Excellent choice. Well done sir, well done." He Morgan continued, silently. He reached the tracks and without a word, he knelt on the floor. Slowly, he lowered himself down to the track. He could hear a train in the distance. One last look around at the world. "This is a great way to end your troubles, Morgan." Morgan took a deep breath of the crisp twilight air and lay flat across the line. He knew this was right. He took another deep breath and turned his head to the side. The train. "Excellent choice." He shut his eyes.

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