The Camping Trip - Villain Monologue

T H E   C A M P I N G   T R I P

BY: Paul William Fassett 

Yeah, my wife gets around. She gotten around to just about every house on the block. That's why I don't sleep with her anymore. It would be like raw dogging it with a prostitute. Don't know what kinds of exotic STDs you could get from that thing. As if it weren't bad enough my kids tore that thing up coming out of her, now I got every guy with half a hard on wearing her out like hobo with a dumpster coat. Don't look so surprised Brad. Everyone knows my wife has been sleeping around. The neighborhood knows it. I know it. You know it...

I can tell by the look on your face you're angry. I would be angry to if someone was bad mouthing my girlfriend.

Now you look confused. Well, allow me to clear things up for you, Brad. You have been fucking my wife.

You think that I didn't know? You thought this camping trip was your idea? You thought we would come out here, act like best pals, and you would break the news to me gently? You might have even prepared yourself for a little fist fight. We would wrestle around, hit each other a couple times and at the end we would hug it out. Best friends forever, bros before hoes!

Sit the fuck down!

I'm the one with the axe, Brad. So listen.

Did you think I was just going to let you run away with my wife, live in my house, raise my kids! And I wouldn't do anything about it! I thought you knew me Brad. Hah! I thought we were close.

Don't run away Brad. You're just making this hard on yourself!

Markers: Monuments to the dead

Wow where the hell have I been, you may or may not be asking yourself. Well life has, as they often say, gotten in the way. I like to say more accurately money, debt, and a work shortage has gotten in the way, but that hasn't stopped me from doing projects, just kept me from doing them as often as I would like. That's why I am picking this thing back up, and giving it another go.

A project I recently finished is called Markers: Monuments to the dead. Here is an excerpt from that project. Hopefully many more to come.



Markers - Nathaniel 1-28-1993 - 4-13-2002
The age struck me the most. No more than 9 years old, and here sits a simple placard to his life, however short it may have been, in a park no doubt close to where he lived. Perhaps, even played as a child. Not too far from the tree where it sat was a park where I and my son often played when he was that age, and the memories like moaning ghosts hit you when you realize this specter of death could come for anyone, and at anytime. This marker made me feel thankful that I, and my loved ones, have survived this long.


Markers - Roma Renee Jadick 1965 - 2004
One of the official placards marking the passing of a loved one.