The Peanuts as reimagined by Charles Bukowski...
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It began as a mistake.
The first time that Charles Branaski met Lucy Van
Pelt, she was holding a football. He didn’t
care for the game, baseball was his thing.
Still, she held out that old football.
“Just kick the fucking thing,” she said.
“Listen, babe. You just hold that thing steady
and I’ll kick the shit out of it.”
She threw her head back and laughed. She
laughed long and hard and propped up the
football. Charlie took a running start and he
reared back his leg and kicked as hard as he
could. Lucy was laughing too hard to hold the
ball steady and it slipped out of her hand.
Charlie missed the ball and flew straight up in the
air and landed flat on his back.
“AUUUGGGGHHH,” he said.
“You should have seen your face, Charlie Branaski,”
she said. Then she laughed twice as hard.
“Listen, you crazy bitch. I think I broke my
ass. Jesus Christ!”
She helped him up. “Look, I’m sorry about
that. You try it again and I’ll hold it real
steady this time.”
“O.K., Lucy. I’ll do it on more time, but
that’s it. You hold it this time, got it?”
“I promise,” she said.
He dusted himself off. God o mighty, his ass
ached! He walked a little ways away and Lucy
set up the old football again. He took a deep
breath and a running start. He could see she
was holding it tight. He was really going to
kick the shit out of that old football! He
threw his leg forward with all his might and Lucy
yanked the football away just as he kicked at
it. He landed on his ass again.
“AUUUGGGGHHH,” he said again.
Lucy laughed and laughed and left with the
football. Charlie laid there and groaned.
Good grief, he thought. What a cunt.
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