Gazing

It’s nice to just take a moment and relax.

And that’s exactly what I was doing on this day. Lying there, staring up at the blue sky above as the clouds drifted along. Not a care in the world, not a worry in mind. The tournament was over for the Bandits. I was still unemployed. And I honestly couldn’t care less.

“Hey look, that one looks like a bunny rabbit chasing a carrot!” I call out, lazily pointing up at the sky as the bunny rabbit made of clouds slowly bounced away.

It’s kind of funny, if you stop and think about it. I mean, who in their right mind, would have ever thought that * I * would be the one held back by Cancer Jiles!? All these years of me riding his coattails. Normally I wouldn’t give a shit. I’m Bobby Dean, of course I’m gonna lose, it’s about the only thing I do best. But for once in my miserable life I didn’t want to lose, not to her. Buuuut nooooo, I have to suffer a loss to Bobbinette fuckin’ Carey of all people.

Now I will have to hear about how I’m the Other Bobby. What a joke!

“Oooooh look at that one!” I point as the next cloud drifts along. “That one looks like a 𝕡 symbol. Oh, fun fact, did you know the number 97 was a PRIME number?”

Speaking of jokes, stay away from the wHORes, they only get you in trouble kids. If only I had someone to teach me these things before I found out the hard way, eh? All this time I always thought they were for fun, shits and giggles, ya know? I can’t really be mad at Cancer, I mean, there are countless times in the past that I probably cost him a match, or a title, or a feud, or something that he really wanted. You know, I can’t help but feel like I’m trapped, back in UTAH, and I’m staring up at Amy Harrison, wondering to myself, “How!?”

“Weird, that one over there looks like a hangman’s noose,” I shudder at the irony.

They always say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, which by that logic I should be Superman at this point, right?

“Do you think we should be doing something more productive with our time? You know, Hollywood? Eli? Match?” I ask, not really expecting an answer. After a few moments pass, a heavy breath is exhaled and the relaxed voice of Cancer Jiles calls out, “Nah…”

“Oh, that one is your best yet!” I exclaim pointing as a cloud, probably of weed, forms in the shape of the USS Octane and it comes sailing into view. Jiles can be heard inhaling on his vape pen once more, gearing up for his next creation.

“Yeah, you’re right, this is a lot of fun!” I say, getting more comfortable on my back, as I cross my arms behind my head and just enjoy life. It looks like I’m going to be in this position for a long, long, loooooong time.