Creation Myth

Sam lived in a suburb of Washington D.C. and was about 11 years old. He used to ride his bike up and down the street and sometimes circled the house of a girl he liked, Charlotte. Sam also lived close to another boy named Ricky, a rich asshole, raised by maids. No one really considered him a friend but on boring days after school it beat being alone. When you knocked on Ricky’s door Mrs. Tucker, a 500 hundred pound African-American, dressed in a white nurses uniform, shouted Ricky’s name with no volume control.

One day Sam went into Ricky’s room and the door was suddenly slammed shut and standing completely naked with a napkin over his penis held by a rubber band Ricky demanded “who am I?””open the door” Sam said scared. ”who am I........I’m an Indian.”

Another Day riding his bike to a baseball field to launch a home-made rocket Sam past Charlottes house and he saw her standing outside. She was an adopted unattractive half Guatemalan and decided to accept Sams invitation to see the rocket. Setting up the missile on the pitchers mound Sam followed the wires back to home plate ready to detonate it. He threw the switch and waited for smoke and fire to fill their eyes and thrill them but nothing happened. Following the wires back to the mound he checked the connections. As his fingers carefully adjusted the tiny engine he heard laughter. Turning he sees Ricky at home plate talking to Charlotte. “You know Charlotte last night Sam and I were in my tent and I asked him to be in my rubbers club” Ricky turns the switch on the detonator and a quick fire consumes Sams left hand fusing his index finger to his middle.

When Sam got back from the hospital his mother let him watch cartoons on the couch. The door bell rang and she answered it. He felt relieved to hear her say good bye and shut the door. Checking Sams bandages his mother put something down next to him and left the room. After a while Sam looked down to see that Charlotte had returned to him the bits and pieces of rocket remains.