Sunday, July 22, 2018

Groan

Mario stayed home all day groaning about his life. His friends Rocco and Roberto came over every Monday night to join in the complaining. Rocco had an ingrown toenail and Roberto's investments were sinking. Mario had broken up with someone and went to movies alone.
The men drank and sobbed, sometimes so loudly it transitioned to moaning. Neighbors called police when the noise was too loud. Women accosted Mario in the street, telling him to grow a pair. If he had to give birth, he'd be a slobbering mess. Mario promised to start behaving like a man. He joined a boxing gym and learned to fight. He grew a beard and took up two seats in the subway. He stubbed his toe and ignored the pain. He wore his belt under his belly and snorted for no reason.
Soon the groaning meetings ended. Mario was ready to attack life, fearing nothing and no one. He was in full control of his emotions.
That was in November of 2016.
Then an election took place.

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