Tales From The Basement
Pretty brave of you, let's see if it works.
You sit far away from her and answer her, while trying not to stare too hard.
"Oh, well I'm sorta doing okay I guess "
"You seem troubled, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really, I'm just trying to (sigh) I'll be honest. I've been severely addicted to anime for years and I've just now started to go cold turkey and it's been harder than I thought."
This confessional is about the only thing you could think of to talk about that wouldn't cause her to call the cops on you. And that's still a possibility. Stay the course fatty, stay the fucking course!
"Wow, that's pretty commendable of you. I remember that you were all into that anime stuff the last time we had a family gathering. Even though I was young even I thought you were a bit obsessed with it."
"Yeah I dunno how I'm going to make it " you say trying to fight the urge to say anything inappropriate.
"Maybe you should try this." Patricia says and opens up her bookbag. She throws a comic book at you. It's one of those superhero ones. AMERICAN superheroes! Like superman and such. You're taken off guard and forget about your unnatural feelings for a moment.
"Superman?"
"Yeah, maybe if you read some other comics it will help ease your transition. The only thing is, you could get addicted to those, so be careful."
"Y'know, this could work. I never really was interested in these types before, so I probably won't get too attached."
"And unlike the anime shit, you got more of a variety meaning you're less likely to get obsessed with one thing. I mean the characters are at least different from each other in looks and stuff."
"This is a great idea! I just wish I had some money to go down to the comic shop and try this out!"
"Here, take these. I never bother rereading them." Patricia says handing you a bunch of superhero comics.
"Alright! Thanks!" you say and run down to the basement.
It's funny, but the fact that Patricia was into comics didn't make you more aroused like it would most loser geeks. It might be due to the fact that you were so thankful that someone was not only willing to talk to you, but help you that caused you to no longer look at her with nearly overwhelming lust.
Okay, so after you read them, you DO spend an inordinate amount of time rubbing the comics on yourself and enjoying her "scent" and think about her while you jack off a little bit. But you still feel a little better, like the obsession has lessened a little.
Patricia comes over several more times as your Mom tutors her and she brings you more comics. You appreciate it, but eventually she doesn't need anymore tutoring and you miss her and the comics especially since the comics were working.
You get depressed and mope around the house, but your Mom is quite tired of you in general at this point.
"Look, I know you're trying to beat your fucking addiction, but you're taking too fucking long about it! If you're going to insist on being a man-child that lives in my goddamn basement forever, the least you can do is go and get a fucking job! In fact you ARE going to get one, or I'm kicking your fat ass out!"
Since you don't have much of a choice, you leave the house for the first time in a long time. The sunlight burns your pasty skin and eyes, but you waddle down the street in your quest to find a job.
The problem is, you don't even know where to look, so you just end up going to the comic shop to read them without paying.
Jake the comic shop owner sees you enter and is really surprised.
"Brian is that you? Shit man, thought you might've died of a heart attack or gotten arrested for having child porn on your computer har har har har! Where have you been? You've missed several issues of your favorite Japanese shit."
"Yeah, well that's why I haven't been here, I destroyed my entire collection. I've quit it cold turkey, but it hasn't been easy."
"Shit, that's almost hard to believe, but then again you never were one to miss an issue before, so I guess you're telling the truth. But what brings you back here?"
"I dunno, my mom told me to look for a job or she's going to kick me out. I dunno what I'm going to do."
"Well, you could work here, I need someone to lug around the comic boxes. I'm going to be doing some rearranging."
"What? Are you serious, I thought Ron did that."
"Ron's fuckin' dead. Found the asshole dead with a broken neck in my fucking bathroom! He was looking at one of those sex comics and the dumb ass decided to try autoerotic asphyxiation. I swear that's the last time I hire a retard."
This could be an opportunity to save yourself from being homeless, or it could be a relapse back into your former addiction. Remember, you'd be working right at the source.
You sit far away from her and answer her, while trying not to stare too hard.
"Oh, well I'm sorta doing okay I guess "
"You seem troubled, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really, I'm just trying to (sigh) I'll be honest. I've been severely addicted to anime for years and I've just now started to go cold turkey and it's been harder than I thought."
This confessional is about the only thing you could think of to talk about that wouldn't cause her to call the cops on you. And that's still a possibility. Stay the course fatty, stay the fucking course!
"Wow, that's pretty commendable of you. I remember that you were all into that anime stuff the last time we had a family gathering. Even though I was young even I thought you were a bit obsessed with it."
"Yeah I dunno how I'm going to make it " you say trying to fight the urge to say anything inappropriate.
"Maybe you should try this." Patricia says and opens up her bookbag. She throws a comic book at you. It's one of those superhero ones. AMERICAN superheroes! Like superman and such. You're taken off guard and forget about your unnatural feelings for a moment.
"Superman?"
"Yeah, maybe if you read some other comics it will help ease your transition. The only thing is, you could get addicted to those, so be careful."
"Y'know, this could work. I never really was interested in these types before, so I probably won't get too attached."
"And unlike the anime shit, you got more of a variety meaning you're less likely to get obsessed with one thing. I mean the characters are at least different from each other in looks and stuff."
"This is a great idea! I just wish I had some money to go down to the comic shop and try this out!"
"Here, take these. I never bother rereading them." Patricia says handing you a bunch of superhero comics.
"Alright! Thanks!" you say and run down to the basement.
It's funny, but the fact that Patricia was into comics didn't make you more aroused like it would most loser geeks. It might be due to the fact that you were so thankful that someone was not only willing to talk to you, but help you that caused you to no longer look at her with nearly overwhelming lust.
Okay, so after you read them, you DO spend an inordinate amount of time rubbing the comics on yourself and enjoying her "scent" and think about her while you jack off a little bit. But you still feel a little better, like the obsession has lessened a little.
Patricia comes over several more times as your Mom tutors her and she brings you more comics. You appreciate it, but eventually she doesn't need anymore tutoring and you miss her and the comics especially since the comics were working.
You get depressed and mope around the house, but your Mom is quite tired of you in general at this point.
"Look, I know you're trying to beat your fucking addiction, but you're taking too fucking long about it! If you're going to insist on being a man-child that lives in my goddamn basement forever, the least you can do is go and get a fucking job! In fact you ARE going to get one, or I'm kicking your fat ass out!"
Since you don't have much of a choice, you leave the house for the first time in a long time. The sunlight burns your pasty skin and eyes, but you waddle down the street in your quest to find a job.
The problem is, you don't even know where to look, so you just end up going to the comic shop to read them without paying.
Jake the comic shop owner sees you enter and is really surprised.
"Brian is that you? Shit man, thought you might've died of a heart attack or gotten arrested for having child porn on your computer har har har har! Where have you been? You've missed several issues of your favorite Japanese shit."
"Yeah, well that's why I haven't been here, I destroyed my entire collection. I've quit it cold turkey, but it hasn't been easy."
"Shit, that's almost hard to believe, but then again you never were one to miss an issue before, so I guess you're telling the truth. But what brings you back here?"
"I dunno, my mom told me to look for a job or she's going to kick me out. I dunno what I'm going to do."
"Well, you could work here, I need someone to lug around the comic boxes. I'm going to be doing some rearranging."
"What? Are you serious, I thought Ron did that."
"Ron's fuckin' dead. Found the asshole dead with a broken neck in my fucking bathroom! He was looking at one of those sex comics and the dumb ass decided to try autoerotic asphyxiation. I swear that's the last time I hire a retard."
This could be an opportunity to save yourself from being homeless, or it could be a relapse back into your former addiction. Remember, you'd be working right at the source.