This is a story about Pinocchio and his dad. Lets just call him Mr. G, this is my own version anyway.

Pinocchio and Mr. G used to live just right. Pinocchio is made out of wood and Mr. G never wanted anything but to make him a real boy – a loud entreaty for the haunting throb of loneliness of never having a son. He found ways beyond his imagination, sold his soul to the devil, just to make his dreams come true. And it did.

They shared moments and bonded like tomorrow’s not coming. His friends were amazed by his complete transformation! Then again, irony is inevitable. One day, Pinocchio lied. Big time. High on weed, he bragged to his friends that he made himself turn into a real boy. He laughed and said wickedly, “I am the ORIGINAL MIRACLE-MAKER. I AM INVINSIBLE AND I DON’T NEED THAT OLD INSIPID DRUNK CUZ I CAN MAKE IT ON MY OWN”. Upon hearing this scorn, Mr. G, provoked by the unrecognized sacrifice he made, ditched by his own conception, gobbled the entire flagon of alcohol concoction and marched his way down where supreme Pinocchio was and said, “YOU TINY UNGRATEFUL HORSESHIT! TAKE IT BACK! I WAS THE ONE! I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE!!!” Mr. G gagged little Pinocchio’s still fragile neck hauling the life out of him. Terrified and too intoxicated to fight back, he watched the picture of betrayal painted in the angry face of Mr. G as it slowly turned blurry and then suddenly, it was pitch black and he was falling down a cold abyss. Mr. G put down the limp body of Pinocchio and threw up.

LESSON:  DO NOT TAKE ALL THE CREDIT ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A BIG FAT LIAR. NEVER CLAIM SOMETHING ISN’T YOUR’S. AND OH, DON’T GET TOO DRUNK OR TOO HIGH ON WEED…

(This story is a fraction of all my cynicism and odium all bottled in my little black box). Over and out.