luck and trouble and the trouble with luck

most people who have ever tasted buttermilk
remember it. and they either loved it or hated it.
that funny sweet/acrid kind of taste, and that
odd rich smell. it left your tongue kind of greasy.
**
once, a sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
was outside wandering around in the dark,
kind of sleep-walking,
and kind of contemplating raping and murdering an
old lover of his,
and he stopped his walk,
and looked up at the sky,
and had a sudden craving for buttermilk.
he want back in the house,
got dressed, went to the grocery store,
bought some,
took it home,
drank the whole carton,
and then felt much much better.
he lost the will to rape and murder his
ex-lover. he lost the will to go
wandering around naked in the dark.
instead,
he sat down in the living room and
had a good cry. he felt LOTS
better after that,
and, after jerking off,
and spurting a hell of a lot of cum ("did
the buttermilk contribute to the volume
of the cum i spurted this time?" he
wondered),
he went to bed and went to sleep
and dreamed nothing, nothing,
thank goodness, nothing.
**
the next morning,
14 cows were found dead in a nearby
pasture--nothing to do with him, this time,
thank goodness,
nothing to do with him.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2011)