Not So Super

Not So Super

By: Tyler Montgomery

Smoking hot coffee spills all over my white pants. That wasn't supposed to happen today. Today I'm supposed to be Mr. Corgan's stunt double. That might happen still, but I need a new pair of pants, and Mr. Corgan needs to explain why he is flying right now.

"If I give you some money, you won't tell anyone, right?" Corgan says as he is defying fucking life right now.

I wonder if he knows how much of an ass he looks right now. Flying above me, with his not stained white pants, his spiked brownish, blackish hair, his brown eyes, his I work out three days out the week abs, and he has the average angel face. Now I look similar to that, but only after two hours of makeup on me. As he floats down from mid-air, my response to his question is "Of course."

I never expected this to happen. I thought getting a stunt job on the set for Darvel was a huge turning point in my life. From janitor to stuntman. It paid really well too. Of course it's a superhero gig, so it will natural, make money.

Before we exited the room, Corgan had asked me to check the cabinet next to me for his lighter. All there was were porn magazines and some fan mail. There is also porn magazines, fan mail, cigarettes, condoms, five broken cell, phones, and food, all over his desk. Really this whole room is covered over with carpet. So I just look over at him and said "No." I then begin to ask some basic questions.

"So I've always wondered, you get hundreds of fan letters every day, how do you keep up with it all." I say as Corgan glances at his smart phone.

"I don't, I have people who do that for me."

"Oh, how nice, also you seem pretty cool about being blackmailed?" Saying with a creaked voice.

"Well, you, oh new buddy pal of mine, this isn't the first time this has happened."

Corgan then goes on to explain that this isn't the first time this has happened. He has been in countless bars, restaurants, hotels, and even strip clubs, where he begins to have too much fun and starts to defy the laws of physics. So far only three other people have kept their mouths shut. Everyone else either has disappeared or have had parts of their brains removed to keep them quiet. I want to ask him more question, such as "Are there others like you, how one becomes a mutant, and what does sex in the sky feel like?" But before I could ask him any more questions, David arrives.

"Oh David boy do you have my script?" Corgan says as he walks towards David our fat, bladed headed, regular Joe that wears a white dress shirt, green pants, glass, and brown shoes. He acts so, him.

As Corgan reads through the script, he nods his head and turns to David and tells him, "Your Fired."

David flabbergasted by this strange outcome falls over. I then help him up. David than looks around for Corgan, but he already disappeared. As everyone on the set is looking for Corgan, I receive a text from him. What it says is in the air, meet me in my apartment. I hesitate to text back thinking about what part of the brain they may remove, but something tells me that an adventure was on its way. So with great caution I text back, send me you apartment address.

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After flagging down a taxi cap for hours one eventually decides to give me a ride. The view is much different than where I'm originally from. Less of yellow stricken green grass as far as the eye can see, birds flying in the air, falling down barns full of dust, bones, rats and memories. All of that has been replaced with lifeless grey structures trying to reach the colorful sun, people who have smart phones for earrings, and if you stare at them longer than a second, you receive a look that would send your soul into someone else's body.