The Barber

Posted by Peak Johnson on Nov 26, 2008 in Misc. |
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I like this story, though I am sure much more can go into it and when read it will probaby be a little confusing. It is loosely based on the Sweeney Todd barber and is generally my interpretation of what some individuals will do to themselves because of their hatred for our president, Barrack Obama. I am here to say that people who don’t like Obama should really get over it all ready, he is my president and he is yours.

The Barber

Quincy ran through his mind once more making sure, as he watched the barber clean and straighten up his chair and surroundings, that he had completed the days tasks. He had fed the dog, dropped his children off, kissed his wife, cleaned his office, washed the dishes for the very first time and had a very big lunch.

 

“Yup,” Quincy said to himself as he made his way over to the barbers chair, “I’ve finished everything.”

 

The barber took his razor blade from his pocket and held it beneath Quincy’s neck, Quincy felt the cold touch of it and before letting a tear fun down his face ran through his mind once more to make sure he had completed everything.

 

“It’ll get better.” The barber said with a smile.

 

Quincy looked at an image of Barrack Obama appearing on television.

 

“No, it won’t,” he said sadly.

 

As an Obama supporter shouted loudly on television, “Change we can believe in,” the barber slit Quincy’s throat.

 

The sour metal taste that blood often had filled Quincy’s mouth and lungs, he struggled with it, gargled with it, until lastly he moved no more. The barber stepped on a button that existed beneath the arm of the chair and sent Quincy’s body to hell.

 

The barber grabbed a mopped and started cleaning and straitening up his chair and his surroundings as the next customer came to his seat.

 

“It’ll get better.” Said the barber, smiling.

 

“No, it won’t.” replied the customer.

 

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