The New Outdoors

by Arnold Benjamin

I swiftly swiped my key tag; a sure sign to all the doubters that I too belonged. I calmly cruised the floor stalking the machines so prestigiously arranged. A few women looked at me in lust, and then the gentlemen with their disgust. I finally found my victim. I perched my possessions in my usual manic manner, and climbed aboard. I eyed the blank machine with glorious visions of six packs and sexual conquests dancing in my head, and began another battle in the war of distorted values.


Arnold Benjamin is a pseudonym.