For some San Diegans, CityBeat's annual Fiction 101 competition is less an exercise in creative writing and more an excuse to inflict their perversions upon us.
Necrophilia. Bestiality. Incest. You name it, someone's expanded their sick fetish into a 101-word flash fiction and forced us to read it. This year, we figured we'd share the one that grossed us out the most, since clearly some people are into it.
It's foul, just really, really foul.
The author is Rich Walker, better known as the Ocean Beach visual artist and creator of the family-friendly "Man in the Yard", which you can read about here. The scariest thing about his story is that, as we explained in our 2009 profile of Walker, he really does co-own a bar named Last Call in City Heights.
Without further ado, we present...
By Rich Walker
Being a bartender at Last Call on El Cajon Blvd. I have seen a lot of weird shit. This event is Tip Top! A local street walker came into the bar on a slow night and offered me a Winkie, asking her out of curiosity, she removed her glass eye and began winking at me and said 10 bucks. Without hesitating I cleared the bar, gave her the 10 spot and nutted in her eyehole. I nearly puked when she put her eye back in, the goop flowing down her cheek. Bucket List- check, bring on the lady midget circus clowns.