I am doing a little experiment. Today is day two in a four day serial of Lispy Gay. Hopefully, at the end of each post, you will be so filled with anticipation that you will hardly be able to wait until the next installment to find out what happens. I just thought it would be fun. Or maybe it will suck. We shall see. You can read installment #1 here. Your comments are appreciated.
Sam, the manager of the Choking Chicken heard the deafening sound of the dial tone after Lispy Gay hung up on him. He sat there in his office for ten minutes trying to decide what to do. A muffled sound coming from under his desk brought him back to the present. “Thanks, Steven, but you can stop now. I’m not in the mood anymore. And you’re fired.” Steven wiped his mouth and said, “Mi nombre es Stefano” and shuffled out of the room. Sam looked at the picture of his wife and his emotions got the best of him. He cried with guilt.
Back at the home of Lispy Gay, the idea of setting up his Christmas village was no longer as exciting as it was a few minutes earlier. Sure he would do it and do it perfectly, but his main concern now was to find out who had outed his blog, “I ♥ Christmas” to his manager. He had never told anyone at work about it for fear that they would make fun of him. Could it be that one of his regular readers was someone he actually worked with and they recognized that the person writing the blog was Lispy Gay? The chances were astronomical considering the blog only had ten followers, but stranger things have happened. (For instance, that time that Lispy Gay went to Target to pick up a few things and ended up in the bathroom with the electronics manager and Lispy Gay went home with “free” c.d. alarm clock; the same alarm clock that only moments ago had serenaded him with the sweet sounds of Patti Lupone. That was pretty strange.) He gave Tranny Sore Ass Rex a scratch on the belly and went to setting up the Christmas village church and barber shop.
For the next four hours, as he created handmade glitter for the gazebo fountain, his mind kept racing back to his encounter with Sam that morning. “Tham obviouthly wanted to give me a chanth to come in to work without firing me. He knowth I’m the beth athithtant Chicken Choker he’th ever had,” he said to his collection of Raggedy Ann dolls that sat on the top of his hutch. They looked back at him with their thread eyes that said “We love you, Lispy Gay.” He loved his collection of Raggedy Anns almost as much as his collection of Cher Barbie dolls. “But why did he want to fire me? I juth wanted to uth my thick day before the end of the year.” He remembered now that he had secured his job back by way of blackmail. Lispy Gay didn’t want to tell Sam’s wife what he knew about him and Steven. He just wanted his job back. “And now Tham probably hateth me.” Lispy Gay removed a silver locket from around his neck and opened it up to reveal a picture of him and Sam at last year’s holiday party. Sam had his arm around Lispy Gay and they were both wearing their “Can I choke your Chicken?” t-shirts. Sam had a beer in his left hand and his right hand, unseen by the camera lens, was on the small of Lispy Gay’s back. Lispy Gay recalled how grateful he had been that his shirt was untucked when that picture was snapped, because the feeling of Sam’s hand on his body had made him a bit too excited. Lispy clutched the locket to his chest and began to cry. What was it going to be like when he went back to work the next day? How could things ever go back to normal now that his job knew he wrote a blog about Christmas and that he had blackmailed his boss. “Choking the Chicken will never be the thame,” he sobbed.
The doorbell rang and Lispy wiped the tears from his face. It was too early for tea time with his mother so he looked through the peep hole and was surprised at who he saw. He hastliy smoothed his hair and readjusted his outfit and opened the door. “What are you doing here, you thilly gooth?”