Visions of Hell - Jeremy

Jeremy Cutterbach hated everyone.  Before you get the wrong idea, it wasn't that Jeremy was a racist, a misogynist, a bigot or an elitist, he just hated everyone.  He didn't hate blacks, or Norwegians or Asians or Jews anymore than any other group, except possibly Dutchmen (these he particularly disliked, but that is a different story.)  Jeremy disliked everyone, equally.

Always in a foul mood and constantly griping about anyone who happened to be both conscious and nearby, Jeremy was extremely unpleasant to be around, and everyone knew it, even Jeremy.  Everyone, that is, except Roald Beanblossom.  Roald was possibly the most pleasant person in Toutsville, and everyone knew it.  Everyone except Roald and Jeremy.  Jeremy hated Roald for simply existing and Roald saw himself as slightly self-centered.  But be all that as it may, the people of Toutsville knew and understood both Roald and Jeremy, and feared the outcome if the two should cross paths.

Inevitably, that which was most feared finally did come to pass. Roald was in the local pharmacy picking up Mrs. Cummerlies high blood pressure medicine for her when Jeremy entered the store.  "Hey dinkboy," Jeremy called out to Roald, whose butt are you kissing now?" Jeremy questioned in his typical delicate manner.  Roald could be seen taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, ever so briefly. But before he could answer, Jeremy smacked him on the back of the head.  "Hey, I'm talking to you, sphincter!" Jeremy literally spat and he spoke, his spittle landing on Roald.  At this point, Mr. Kuttlin, the pharmacist spoke up.  "Jeremy, you are not wanted in here.  Leave now."  Jeremy then sucker punched Roald in the kidney, causing him to cry out. "Get out NOW!" the pharmacist bellowed.  "Up yours, old man, Jeremy retorted, jabbing his middle finger in the air at the man.  Jeremy spun on his heel and strolled out the door, slapping the ice cream cone out of a little girls' hand as he passed by.  A small smile passed over his lips.

Jeremy, in another move of rebellion, stepped out into the street, to jay walk, and was immediately run over by a passing tour bus full of Asian tourists.