CONVERTIBLE CLOWNS XIX:
JEANNIE THE JUNKIE
by
Anthonystjoseph
Jeannie the Junkie was a senseless and
stupid demon because she had no control of herself. She was plain and simply put, a junkie. Jeannie had always been a junkie and her
first addiction that was noticed was her addiction to her own mother’s breast
milk. Her own mother had felt and knew
something was wrong in the difficulty she had trying to pull Jeannie the Junkie
off of her breast after hours of feeding.
Jeannie would scream and latch on to her mother’s breast and once she
even tore off her mother’s left nipple in protest of a feeding ending too soon
in her opinion. Her mother had tried to
remove Jeannie from her breast and Jeannie bit down as hard as she could and
chewed it off in protest. Jeannie the
Junkies mother just didn’t seem to have enough time or milk to satiate
Jeannie’s needs. Jeannie showed signs of
an overwhelming thirst and addiction to everything she touched. Whether it was food, possessions, men, or
gambling; she just couldn’t get enough.
Jeannie the Junkie was a walking genetic human symbol for
addiction. Jeannie the Junkie could not
be helped. If you ever dreamed of this
Jeannie, it was a bad dream.
Jeannie the Junkie had an affinity for
jewelry, clothes, cars, and possessions in general. She loved herself and her things. Her main problem as a human was concentrating
on others. She just couldn’t focus on
anything that anyone was saying to her or trying to get her to say. The only thing she could think about when she
was in the presence of others was ‘what did she need?’ You could be sitting in the same room and
right across from Jeannie the Junkie and while you were speaking directly to
her she would be looking right through you and only thinking to herself, ‘How
can I buy that…?’; ‘How can I eat those…?’; and ‘How can I get that…?’; but
mainly, ‘who is this talking to me?’ because she didn’t even care enough to
know; you could have been her family and it still didn’t matter to Jeannie the
Junkie. She didn’t care anything about
you, because when it came down to it, you didn’t matter to what she needed,
unless you had what she needed; thank God you didn’t. Jeannie the Junkie had problems.
Jeannie wasn’t anyone in human history
that you would know of, unless you were one of the villagers who had heard the
tale of her biting her mother’s left nipple off in her desire for more
milk. Jeannie the Junkie led a life not
to noteworthy outside of her village.
The only reason she became a demon and surpassed the underworld life of
a clown was due to her desire and addiction to the Dark Lords nectar, she was as
fiendish for that as she was to all of her other addictions. The Dark Lord loved to just lay back and have
Jeannie the Junkie seek out his nectar.
As a demon, the only thing she craved more than the Dark Lords Nectar
was the act of murder itself which was foreign to her until she came down to
the underworld.
In the new task that the Dark Lord had
assigned her, Charlie the Chump, and Dante, she would try her best and be the
one to take the final breath of Anthonystjoseph if he tried to stop them in
their mission. Taking the new angelic
soldiers life would satisfy her thirst for murder for quite a while. She relished in the thought of everyone in
the underworld knowing she was the one to vanquish Anthonystjosephs right to
visit the human realm of Earth. The
thought made her smile as she wiped the Dark Lord’s evening nectar from her
chin.
Anthonystjoseph
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