Escobar Slim III
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Posted - 2014.03.13 22:00:00 -
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It was getting late, a hot evening by the pool, sticky, the sun was setting just outside Fresno as I sat by that swimming pool with my feet dangling into the cool wet. Summer of '81. Damn I remember it like it was yesterday.
I remember the girl with the roller skates and the ice cream, small vest top and her swinging towards me and the bubblegum I think she said it's a screwball scramble or something and she popped a bubble and a bit of it got stuck on her lips and she blushed just a little and I remember the bulging funbags bouncing with the swinging of the hips and I watched as she put her sunglasses onto her head, into that lush blonde hair, her freckles resplendent on her lightly tanned face. She was beautiful and I felt vulnerable.
Vulnerable sat there with my fluorescent green bermuda shorts and my factor 30 slathered skin, slightly red, somewhat cooked from my day in the sun. My Incredible Hulk t-shirt resting beside me which I tucked under my butt.
I drifted into a moment of daydream. I wasn't this white goofy kid no more who was sat with his feet in his mom's backyard pool but I was a macho man. A beast of a being and I looked into my mind and I was a sexual god of some form. A mighty being. My moustache well groomed and smelling of the finest waxes and in my mind I saw the image that day, the image of Escobar Slim the 3rd walking towards me, the most powerful love potion salesman in the West. A gunslinger of pheromones and potions of delight who could deliver a bullet to the heart of any sweet that he so desired. I started to drift and think about the late nights with every girl I have ever dreamed about. In my mind I was my very own dark destroyer. Disco lights and smoke would envelop my every strut. Those long strides, strides into the tunnel of passion and the heavy whiff of cologne drifted in the air ......
And we fast forward to the character creation screen and I clicked on that Brutor male icon and up pops a model, a framework for the creation that was formed loosely all those years ago. I rolled back in my chair and stood abruptly, I took off my t-shirt and threw it onto the floor and cast aside everything that was on my desk and I hissed and screamed at the ceiling like a madman for I knew that the moment was about to arrive.
And then the magic happened and my fingers played with those buttons so delicately and it was like one of those pianos with the music already programmed in and it just happened and there he was, sat there in front of me like a finished concerto. The man who I had longed to be all those summers way back when even the Turtles and April O'Neil hadn't even entered my life yet.
It was just beautiful and I cried for hours at what I had created. I wept as if I was a proud parent. And that, my friends is the story of my avatar.
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