Status: Completed
Grotesque.
Part Five.
Pogo threw open the freezer to found Twiggy crumpled. His eyes were closed and his lips parted slightly. Pogo grabbed his arm and yanked him out. He laid him on the floor and held his face in his hands, trying to warm it.
“Hey, Twigs wake up. Twiggy?” Pogo was freaking out. He didn’t want to go upstairs and tell Marilyn that Twiggy died in his freezer. Suddenly Twiggy eyes opened.
“Hey, man. Why are you…straddling me?” Twiggy asked completely creeped out. Pogo tried to think of an explanation for his odd way of trying to save Twiggy’s life.
“Forget it, just get off,” Twiggy chuckled. Pogo stood up and help Twiggy to his feet.
“Why did you go in the freezer?” Pogo asked.
“Well, when you’re drunk, the freezer seems like a really good hiding place,” Twiggy responded on his way up the stairs. Pogo smiled at the thought of Twiggy running for the freezer and jumping in. when Pogo got up the stairs, Ginger and Marilyn were still standing together, but Twiggy had run over and was talking to Marilyn. Marilyn looked at Pogo and was staring at him. Pogo flinched slightly not knowing what he did.
“What?” he snapped. Marilyn walked over to him with a slight smile on his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” Pogo whispered back, confused as to what the drama was.
“Saving Twiggy.” Pogo understood, yet it bothered him that everyone seemed so grateful that Twiggy was there. He couldn’t understand why Marilyn was so happy. Twiggy had destroyed his house less than 24 hours before that. He nodded and retreated the room. Marilyn walked back over to Twiggy and gave him a hug. Ginger rolled his eyes and walked away from them. Some one hit Marilyn’s back, and Marilyn turned to see ZimZum.
“Why do you keep hitting me?” he asked. And like before, Zimmy just smiled and shrugged.
The next day, Marilyn, John, Ginger, Pogo, and Twiggy were sitting in the studio after another long day of recording. They had been sitting there about an hour just talking about the album and their plans. After another half an hour, Pogo decided to try to talk to Ginger, again. Ginger was glaring at him as he had been all day. Pogo didn’t understand why he went from never looking at him, to glaring at him all the time.
“Hey, Ginger? Come here for a second,” Pogo said as he got up and left the room. Ginger hesitated slightly then followed. He walked out and stood a fair distance from Pogo who was grinning at him.
“What the fuck do you want?” Ginger asked harshly.
“Don’t act all tough on me, Ginger. You’re scared of me. Why?”
“You don’t remember? I guess I don’t find that hard to believe.”
“What?”
“You’re an alcoholic,” Ginger stated simply. Pogo glared at him.
“I am not. What the fuck are you talking about? I never hurt you,” Pogo snarled.
“Yes you did! And you are an alcoholic! You’re always drinking. And I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” the last sentence was a whisper. He turned but Pogo reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him in. Ginger freaked out and pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me,” Ginger demanded.
“Just tell me what I did, because I don’t remember.”
“Admit you drink too much,” Ginger said. That was the only way Pogo was ever going to learn, if he realized that he always has a beer in his hands.
“Kay fine. I drink a lot,” Pogo sneered. “Now tell me what I did oh so wrong.”Ginger hesitated and studied Pogo’s eyes.
“You raped me.” Ginger stopped and stared at him, then turned and walked back into the studio room. Pogo’s lips parted, trying to say something. He shut them and followed Ginger, not looking at him and not wanting to. They all in silence for a couple minutes.
“So what’s up?” Twiggy broke the awkward silence. None of them had the chance to respond because Trent walked into the room.
“Don’t you have somewhere else you need to be?” Marilyn asked him, wanting him to leave.
“Yeah you always just show up…” John pointed out quietly. Trent just shrugged.
“I’m bored and you guys are entertaining,” he chuckled. They all glared at him.
“Why don’t you go find Zimmy?” Ginger asked with a snicker. Trent glared at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trent snarled. Ginger just giggled and shrugged.
“He’s your little slut, isn’t he?” he taunted. Trent glared for a couple more seconds and looked away. They all heard the door open and looked. ZimZum was coming down the hall holding a box. He strode into the room with a grin on his face, and Ginger started giggling some more.
“There he is, Trent,” Ginger snickered. Trent was about to say something but ZimZum interrupted him.
“I brought a present,” he piped up. They were all staring at the box curiously. It was the size of an over head bin and they didn’t understand why Zimmy would bring them anything at all.
“You don’t remember? I guess I don’t find that hard to believe.”
“What?”
“You’re an alcoholic,” Ginger stated simply. Pogo glared at him.
“I am not. What the fuck are you talking about? I never hurt you,” Pogo snarled.
“Yes you did! And you are an alcoholic! You’re always drinking. And I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” the last sentence was a whisper. He turned but Pogo reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him in. Ginger freaked out and pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me,” Ginger demanded.
“Just tell me what I did, because I don’t remember.”
“Admit you drink too much,” Ginger said. That was the only way Pogo was ever going to learn, if he realized that he always has a beer in his hands.
“Kay fine. I drink a lot,” Pogo sneered. “Now tell me what I did oh so wrong.”Ginger hesitated and studied Pogo’s eyes.
“You raped me.” Ginger stopped and stared at him, then turned and walked back into the studio room. Pogo’s lips parted, trying to say something. He shut them and followed Ginger, not looking at him and not wanting to. They all in silence for a couple minutes.
“So what’s up?” Twiggy broke the awkward silence. None of them had the chance to respond because Trent walked into the room.
“Don’t you have somewhere else you need to be?” Marilyn asked him, wanting him to leave.
“Yeah you always just show up…” John pointed out quietly. Trent just shrugged.
“I’m bored and you guys are entertaining,” he chuckled. They all glared at him.
“Why don’t you go find Zimmy?” Ginger asked with a snicker. Trent glared at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trent snarled. Ginger just giggled and shrugged.
“He’s your little slut, isn’t he?” he taunted. Trent glared for a couple more seconds and looked away. They all heard the door open and looked. ZimZum was coming down the hall holding a box. He strode into the room with a grin on his face, and Ginger started giggling some more.
“There he is, Trent,” Ginger snickered. Trent was about to say something but ZimZum interrupted him.
“I brought a present,” he piped up. They were all staring at the box curiously. It was the size of an over head bin and they didn’t understand why Zimmy would bring them anything at all.
“It’s not that bad,” he said. Twiggy followed Pogo’s actions. He came out, wiped the mush off his face, and sniffed it.
“This doesn’t really smell any better than that skunk,” he said, wrinkling his nose. John was giggling at the way Twiggy’s dreads looked covered in the orange slush.
Soon enough, the rest of them stuck their heads under except for John, who just wiped a bit on his face. Later, that evening, they had eaten dinner and were sitting in Manson’s living room.
“Now, I know you guys like staying here, but you really need to get the fuck outta here,” Marilyn said with a grin. “I’ll find somewhere else we can spend a day or two.”
“We should have a barbeque tomorrow. Here,” Zimmy said, smiling. They all thought about it and agreed.
“Kay, fine. But you guys are not spending another night here. You all smell like shit and I don’t want that all over my house,” Marilyn told them. Everybody was gone in the next half an hour except for Pogo.
“Can I spend the night? I’ll sleep down here. I don’t want to go home,” he said. Marilyn studied his face and walked over to him.
“Yes. You can sleepy anywhere you like, but I prefer you sleep down here. I smell bad enough, I don’t need you stinking up the place either,” he replied with a grin. Pogo smiled a crooked grin at him. Marilyn leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, then head up the stairs.
“Hey, Twigs wake up. Twiggy?” Pogo was freaking out. He didn’t want to go upstairs and tell Marilyn that Twiggy died in his freezer. Suddenly Twiggy eyes opened.
“Hey, man. Why are you…straddling me?” Twiggy asked completely creeped out. Pogo tried to think of an explanation for his odd way of trying to save Twiggy’s life.
“Forget it, just get off,” Twiggy chuckled. Pogo stood up and help Twiggy to his feet.
“Why did you go in the freezer?” Pogo asked.
“Well, when you’re drunk, the freezer seems like a really good hiding place,” Twiggy responded on his way up the stairs. Pogo smiled at the thought of Twiggy running for the freezer and jumping in. when Pogo got up the stairs, Ginger and Marilyn were still standing together, but Twiggy had run over and was talking to Marilyn. Marilyn looked at Pogo and was staring at him. Pogo flinched slightly not knowing what he did.
“What?” he snapped. Marilyn walked over to him with a slight smile on his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” Pogo whispered back, confused as to what the drama was.
“Saving Twiggy.” Pogo understood, yet it bothered him that everyone seemed so grateful that Twiggy was there. He couldn’t understand why Marilyn was so happy. Twiggy had destroyed his house less than 24 hours before that. He nodded and retreated the room. Marilyn walked back over to Twiggy and gave him a hug. Ginger rolled his eyes and walked away from them. Some one hit Marilyn’s back, and Marilyn turned to see ZimZum.
“Why do you keep hitting me?” he asked. And like before, Zimmy just smiled and shrugged.
The next day, Marilyn, John, Ginger, Pogo, and Twiggy were sitting in the studio after another long day of recording. They had been sitting there about an hour just talking about the album and their plans. After another half an hour, Pogo decided to try to talk to Ginger, again. Ginger was glaring at him as he had been all day. Pogo didn’t understand why he went from never looking at him, to glaring at him all the time.
“Hey, Ginger? Come here for a second,” Pogo said as he got up and left the room. Ginger hesitated slightly then followed. He walked out and stood a fair distance from Pogo who was grinning at him.
“What the fuck do you want?” Ginger asked harshly.
“Don’t act all tough on me, Ginger. You’re scared of me. Why?”
“You don’t remember? I guess I don’t find that hard to believe.”
“What?”
“You’re an alcoholic,” Ginger stated simply. Pogo glared at him.
“I am not. What the fuck are you talking about? I never hurt you,” Pogo snarled.
“Yes you did! And you are an alcoholic! You’re always drinking. And I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” the last sentence was a whisper. He turned but Pogo reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him in. Ginger freaked out and pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me,” Ginger demanded.
“Just tell me what I did, because I don’t remember.”
“Admit you drink too much,” Ginger said. That was the only way Pogo was ever going to learn, if he realized that he always has a beer in his hands.
“Kay fine. I drink a lot,” Pogo sneered. “Now tell me what I did oh so wrong.”Ginger hesitated and studied Pogo’s eyes.
“You raped me.” Ginger stopped and stared at him, then turned and walked back into the studio room. Pogo’s lips parted, trying to say something. He shut them and followed Ginger, not looking at him and not wanting to. They all in silence for a couple minutes.
“So what’s up?” Twiggy broke the awkward silence. None of them had the chance to respond because Trent walked into the room.
“Don’t you have somewhere else you need to be?” Marilyn asked him, wanting him to leave.
“Yeah you always just show up…” John pointed out quietly. Trent just shrugged.
“I’m bored and you guys are entertaining,” he chuckled. They all glared at him.
“Why don’t you go find Zimmy?” Ginger asked with a snicker. Trent glared at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trent snarled. Ginger just giggled and shrugged.
“He’s your little slut, isn’t he?” he taunted. Trent glared for a couple more seconds and looked away. They all heard the door open and looked. ZimZum was coming down the hall holding a box. He strode into the room with a grin on his face, and Ginger started giggling some more.
“There he is, Trent,” Ginger snickered. Trent was about to say something but ZimZum interrupted him.
“I brought a present,” he piped up. They were all staring at the box curiously. It was the size of an over head bin and they didn’t understand why Zimmy would bring them anything at all.
“You don’t remember? I guess I don’t find that hard to believe.”
“What?”
“You’re an alcoholic,” Ginger stated simply. Pogo glared at him.
“I am not. What the fuck are you talking about? I never hurt you,” Pogo snarled.
“Yes you did! And you are an alcoholic! You’re always drinking. And I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” the last sentence was a whisper. He turned but Pogo reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him in. Ginger freaked out and pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me,” Ginger demanded.
“Just tell me what I did, because I don’t remember.”
“Admit you drink too much,” Ginger said. That was the only way Pogo was ever going to learn, if he realized that he always has a beer in his hands.
“Kay fine. I drink a lot,” Pogo sneered. “Now tell me what I did oh so wrong.”Ginger hesitated and studied Pogo’s eyes.
“You raped me.” Ginger stopped and stared at him, then turned and walked back into the studio room. Pogo’s lips parted, trying to say something. He shut them and followed Ginger, not looking at him and not wanting to. They all in silence for a couple minutes.
“So what’s up?” Twiggy broke the awkward silence. None of them had the chance to respond because Trent walked into the room.
“Don’t you have somewhere else you need to be?” Marilyn asked him, wanting him to leave.
“Yeah you always just show up…” John pointed out quietly. Trent just shrugged.
“I’m bored and you guys are entertaining,” he chuckled. They all glared at him.
“Why don’t you go find Zimmy?” Ginger asked with a snicker. Trent glared at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trent snarled. Ginger just giggled and shrugged.
“He’s your little slut, isn’t he?” he taunted. Trent glared for a couple more seconds and looked away. They all heard the door open and looked. ZimZum was coming down the hall holding a box. He strode into the room with a grin on his face, and Ginger started giggling some more.
“There he is, Trent,” Ginger snickered. Trent was about to say something but ZimZum interrupted him.
“I brought a present,” he piped up. They were all staring at the box curiously. It was the size of an over head bin and they didn’t understand why Zimmy would bring them anything at all.
“It’s not that bad,” he said. Twiggy followed Pogo’s actions. He came out, wiped the mush off his face, and sniffed it.
“This doesn’t really smell any better than that skunk,” he said, wrinkling his nose. John was giggling at the way Twiggy’s dreads looked covered in the orange slush.
Soon enough, the rest of them stuck their heads under except for John, who just wiped a bit on his face. Later, that evening, they had eaten dinner and were sitting in Manson’s living room.
“Now, I know you guys like staying here, but you really need to get the fuck outta here,” Marilyn said with a grin. “I’ll find somewhere else we can spend a day or two.”
“We should have a barbeque tomorrow. Here,” Zimmy said, smiling. They all thought about it and agreed.
“Kay, fine. But you guys are not spending another night here. You all smell like shit and I don’t want that all over my house,” Marilyn told them. Everybody was gone in the next half an hour except for Pogo.
“Can I spend the night? I’ll sleep down here. I don’t want to go home,” he said. Marilyn studied his face and walked over to him.
“Yes. You can sleepy anywhere you like, but I prefer you sleep down here. I smell bad enough, I don’t need you stinking up the place either,” he replied with a grin. Pogo smiled a crooked grin at him. Marilyn leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, then head up the stairs.