My Balls Are Killing Me

Words Chris Robinson,
Pictures Andreas Hykade

 Each issue of Galaxy Brain Magazine will contain an instalment of Chris Robinson’s book, “My Balls Are Killing Me.”

 You can read the first instalment HERE 
The second HERE
The third HERE  
The fourth HERE.
The fifth HERE.
The sixth HERE.
The seventh HERE. 
The eighth HERE. 
The ninth HERE.
The tenth HERE.

15- After the Fall

Mr. Pimp awakens, still in the chair. Only now he is in a cage. He wears a jumpsuit and sneakers.  He tries to smash the cage, but nothing happens. He screams and shouts, but there is no one to hear him. 

Most days, Mr. Pimp just sits in the chair, doing, saying, and thinking nothing.

Occasionally he hears and sees familiar voices: 

Athena appears: “It’s time you learn to be with yourself.”

Cardinal Barry: “You keep searching for people to love, to love you, but you will never find it until you accept yourself, love yourself. Stop adapting to them, trying to make yourself into something they want. Find and be yourself. “

Ray Davies appears… “The mist will clear and the sun will shine again.”

Mr. Steroid Pimp starts punching at them. Soon the voices and faces overlap and overwhelm.

He sees them from every side of the cage:  Athena, Cardinal Barry, Calypso, Doctor Wizard Bob, Not-Anne Hathaway, Clea, Marcus, Jimmy, Ray Davies, Soarin’ Churchyard, Doctor Wizard Tobin

Mr. Steroid Pimp jumps angrily from his chair and starts wildly throwing punches at each of them. Most punches miss and he frequently falls from overthrowing his right. When he does appear to land a punch, the face shatters into a version of Mr. Pimp: boy Mr. Pimp, teen Mr. Pimp, adult Mr. Pimp, Chemo Mr. Pimp….   

Soon, Mr. Steroid Pimp is just fighting his various selves. 

As he continues to fight, his hair starts to grow back; a long beard emerges. He is slimmer.

His rage simmers. His movements slow.  

Soon, the various Mr. Pimps disappear and he is just left alone.  

He takes deep, slow breathes as he calmly shuffles and weaves and ducks alone in the cage. 

There is a grace to his movements. The combinations become like dance moves. His whole body moves in sync.

The cage disappears. The mist clears.