TBOTFWMZ

A Tales From Wilton Manors Publication
Evil Trees And
Little Children
Evil trees and little children often
drink fruits of the sea.
I know to you this is bewildering
but not so if you were me.
Boys and girls trying to grow
through cracks in the cement while
Father Charles and Mrs. Brown
scream they must repent.
Everyone walking barefoot
chewing their gum with glee yet
they’re frowning in the mirror
wondering who they’ll see.
James Dean is “Dead”, Madonna
is “Old” and moved away from the
city. Nobody really wants to be
John Lennon anymore. Isn’t that a
pity?
Yet evil trees and little children
often drink fruits of the sea.
I know to you this is bewildering
but not so if you were me...
Featuring the Writing and Photography of Brett Butler
Stories: Evil Trees and Little Children / What Shall I Do Today, Dear Rebecca / Homesick
for The Valley of the Damned / Bok Choy / Beefy Daddy / Wilton Landing / Alternative
Nation (Part 1) The Sweet Smell / Catholic School Boys in Trouble (Part 1) / Father of the
Year (Part 1) / I Was His Slave / eBooks for Sale on our Website

What Shall I Do
Today, Dear
Rebecca?
Homesick for The Valley of the
Damned
Shall I go amongst the gypsy
dancers seeking forgotten answers
to questions that don’t exist
anymore?
Lost then in a dream of illusion
reaching no clear conclusion.
Searching a face I often sought
before.
Shall I go forth with pain that
numbs me finding he who then
becomes me speaking words I
swore I’d speak no more?
Shall I chase the night in search of
laughter carefully side stepping
disaster never quite reaching what
I’m after?
Knowing not who keeps score
“or” what then shall i do dear
Rebecca?
All was quiet as cars and buses
came to a halt. People froze and
turned into statues.
There was no wind, and far in the
distance, very far, two months
three days away, he faintly heard
the oriental flute and gypsy
tambourine.
He pictured the cool zombies
dancing around the golden horse,
laughing at the straights that
would hide their children behind
paper shields.
He was sixteen when they pushed
him into The Valley of The
Damned and periodically his
mother and his distant telephone
father threw him a rope of thorns.
Then they went off cleaning their
fingernails, always saying, "Why
doesn't he come home?"
He died two times only to be
reborn. He could not die again. He
walked on his fingernails, two
months three days, to the land of
the straights. He was only to find
that everyone was away on
vacation, and his mother had
forgotten his name. He went in
sixteen, spent a thousand years
and came out three quarters past
eighteen.
Now he is nineteen, wishing he was
twelve. Three years means so
much. He knew pawing and lust,
and stood naked for a golden vein.
He did not know love. Is there
love?
Where are my three years?
The straights mistrusted him and
hid their jewelry out of his sight.
The cool zombies call to him at all
hours of the night, and he is so
incredibly alone.
Is there no love?
No love at all...

Bok Choy
If you find Bok Choy in your refrigerator, then it’s the end of your relationship. I
saw it and I did not know what it was. I mean we had been together for eighteen
years. If it weren’t covered in chocolate, then Max would not have eaten it. So, this
little slice of health food raised my eyebrow, when I gently asked, “What the fuck is
this?” He kindly responded, “I want to eat a little healthier.” Healthier? I thought.
I met this man at McDonalds eating a McRib when he was 22. He just turned 40,
and I am now in my 50’s. Health food has never gone into his mouth. So, I have this
fuckin’ Bok Choy in my house now. Well, it wasn’t long after, that our relationship
began falling apart. Don’t get me wrong, my friends told me we were in trouble
long before the Bok Choy incident. We stopped having sex a while back and
everything, I mean everything, he did was getting on my last nerve. Now I am no
angel either. I am kind of a neat freak and he is kind of a slob. Like after he takes a
shower, he leaves the towel on the floor, and if I don’t pick it up, it will sit there
forever. I also do everything for him. I make his breakfast and pack his lunch for
work. I take care of him when he is ill, but when I am sick; he lets me lay in the bed
for eight hours, without ever checking on me or asking me if I need anything. One
time, when he did come in and ask, it still took another 45 minutes to get the water
I requested. I did not see those signs, but I did see the Bok Choy. We stopped going
out and would sit for hours not saying a word to each other. So I decided not to
pick up his wet towel after his shower and to not make his breakfast or lunch, so
you know what, he got upset and called me a bitch. We had been together so long. I
just wanted to save our relationship, so I went back to being that Stepford
boyfriend. I went back to picking up the towel, cooking, and even then he made me
wash his back in the bath. One night I washed his back and neck and thought
about fuckin’ choking him, but I kept doing it anyway. I remember what a lost
lamb he was at 22 and now at 40 he was a successful businessman. I pushed him
and paid for him, to get a college degree as I painted and sold my paintings to make
him the spoiled Bok Choy eating man he is today. The fighting increased and I
prayed and prayed for guidance. The Bok Choy finally did it for me, so I lost it and
moved out, until my best friend reminded me that I own the house. Three months
later I walked into the house. It was clean. I was expecting flies in the air and rats
running through the house, but it was cleaner than the way I kept it. I ran to the
bathroom expecting to find a mountain of towels, but there was none. I ran to the
refrigerator and opened it only to find even more Bok Choy. At that point, I
snapped and threw his shit out on the lawn. I changed the lock and moved back in.
I think I was so mad, because he acted like a helpless child all those years and I
thought he needed me, but in reality maybe I was the problem wanting to take care
of that helpless child. I did see him at one of my art shows and my friends all
growled at him for showing up there. He was with an older man, even older than
me. He looked happy, but I felt sorry for his new boyfriend. I am sure he is picking
up his wet, smelly towels every day. As for me, maybe I will find love again or
maybe not. I will keep on painting and know if I do start to date again and see Bok
Choy in the refrigerator that I will have to run, run like hell…

Beefy Daddy
I saw him on the drive. I didn’t even know his name, but when I saw
him he was like a drug. I had to have this big, Beefy Daddy. I did all my
poses to show off my best assets. I could tell he was interested, so I
followed him into the bar. Oh, did I forget to tell you, I was on a date. I
really just wanted to hook up and get fucked, but my date wanted to get
to know me and for me to get to know him. That was bullshit, since all I
wanted to know tonight was what Beefy Daddy looked like naked. I
dragged my date into the bar. He just went on endlessly about his job
and life. I was drooling over the sight of Beefy Daddy. I wondered how
hairy his chest was or if he had a hairy ass. My date was still going on
about family and other shit that I could care less about. If he were
smart, he would have taken me home and fucked me instead of this
holding hands and talking shit. Beefy Daddy was finally checking me
out. I gave him a smile and he gave me a nod. Then that fucking date
guy took my hand, so Beefy Daddy turned away. Dam, how do I get rid
of this guy. He just wants me to go for coffee and talk. Who does he
think he is, my therapist? Can’t he tell that I am cruising some guy
right in front of him? I wondered how big Beefy Daddy’s dick was and
what he smelled like. I kept looking at him, but he did not seem
interested, since he realized that I was with someone. I couldn’t fake
getting sick, since I would have to leave and lose Beefy Daddy’s trail. I
smiled at my date as I watched Beefy Daddy’s every move in the mirror
on the wall. Does this guy ever shut the fuck up? He goes on and on. Oh,
by the way, I already forgot his name. Doesn’t he know I am just a big
whore? I saw Beefy Daddy head toward the bathroom. This was my
chance. I followed him in. He was washing his big hands as I leaned
against the sink. He smiled and I smiled back. He grabbed me and we
started to kiss. I ran my hand down to his cock, which I felt through his
jeans. We left the bar together as what’s his name watched in shock.
Beefy Daddy took me to his place, took off all his and my clothes, and
had his way with me. In other words, we fucked like two dogs in heat.
He was everything I could ever imagine. When we were done, I was
covered in his sweat. I just wanted to lay next to him all night and talk.
But the next second he grabbed my clothes and threw them at me and
told me to get out. I was shocked. I had sex with Beefy Daddy and he
wouldn’t even let me take a shower. I did the walk of shame, but I
wasn’t ashamed. Two weeks later, I walked into the bar and saw Beefy
Daddy. He was on a date with that same guy I dumped to have sex with
him. They were holding hands and both of them gave me attitude. All I
can say is that Beefy Daddy’s dick wasn’t that big and I’ve had better.
Ok, I am lying. The sex was so good. Oh, wait, there’s a guy at the bar
with a thick beard. I have to have thick beard guy…

Wilton Landing
“Ira, get out of here”, Robert yelled, standing in front of the living room
window.
“What? I’m trying to do my hair here”, Ira said, holding a tube of hair
gel and a comb in his hand.
“Look at that little twink whore, Devon. His boyfriend just left for work
and Juan the maintenance man is doing him.”
“Stop being so nosey”, Ira said. Robert turned to Ira.
“Why? If they wanted it to be a secret they should have closed the
blinds. God, that Juan is hot. Juan’s a nice guy Rob.”
“God Ira, he sleeps with anyone who bends over.” Ira sat on the white
leather sofa and rubbed some gel in his hands and applied it to his short
black hair. “So you have a coffee date tonight”, Ira asked.
Robert turned around. “Indeed I do and he’s a doctor. My mother’s
friend knows this doctor’s aunt who lives next door to his mother.”
“That sounds complicated. What’s his name?”
“Josh Grossman”
Ira laughed ,“Grossman?”
“Hey, he’s a nice Jewish boy.”
“What about Juan”, Ira asked, trying to fix his hair.
“Ira, I don’t like muscle guys with tattoos.”
“Really, what about last summer in South Beach?”
Robert ran over to Ira and put his hand over Ira’s mouth. “We never
speak about last summer.”
The doorbell rang. Ira opened the door to see Juan covered in sweat
and holding his toolbox.
“I got a request to fix the shower”, Juan said, as he entered the living
room.
Yeah, the one in my room which is down the hall on the left”, Robert
told him.
Juan walked towards Robert’s room.
“God, would you look at my hair”, Ira said pointing to his head.
“Who cares, he’s only the maintenance man.”
Ira and Robert both watch as Juan entered the bedroom.

Alternative
Nation (Part 1)
The Sweet Smell
Our story begins somewhere in the suburbs, where the sweet smells of
fruit filled the street on Pepper Hill Lane. All the children walked to the
bus stop as the husbands and wives vacated their homes. The sweet
smells filled the neighborhood. A muscular, dark-haired man named
Jason, stepped out of his house. He was wearing his black suit. He took
a deep whiff of the sweet smells of the neighborhood. He loved Pepper
Hill Lane and it was his Utopia. He had it all; the perfect wife, twin
boys and he loved it. He got into his BMW and drove off, passing the
other homes. The palm trees blew in the sweet smelling wind. As Jason
drove onto I-95, the sweet smells of Pepper Hill Lane were gone. Now
the smells of the real world came Jason’s way. He could not wait to get
to work. He stepped on the gas pedal, since he had to get to work early,
before anyone else came in. Jason pulled off of I-95 and drove down the
street passing a red light to get to work. He pulled into the parking lot
and into his parking space. He hurried into Med Search Laboratories.
Jason opened his office door, turned on his computer, and looked out at
the parking lot. The door to his office opened and he heard the door
lock. The room suddenly had a sweet smell, but not the sweet smells of
Pepper Hill Lane. Jason turned and saw Tommy wearing a white lab
coat with his blond hair slicked back. Jason walked over and grabbed
him and kissed him. “I missed you,” Jason said. Tommy kissed Jason’s
neck. Jason threw his head back. “You smell so good baby.” Tommy
pulled away. “What are we doing?” “We care for each other Tommy,”
Jason said hugging Tommy and taking in his sweet smell. Jason peeled
off Tommy’s lab coat and pulled off his scrubs. Tommy got on his knees
and undid Jason’s pants. Tommy looked up at Jason. “We have to hurry
before the staff gets here,” Jason said as he leaned against the desk.
Jason took in the sweet smells of his office as he grabbed Tommy by the
hair.
Catholic School
Boys In Trouble
(Part 1)
My name is Blair and this is how my story began. It could only happen
in Wilton Manors. I saw him at the Gateway theatre. There was a
special showing of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” I couldn’t believe
Luke Roberts was playing Rocky on stage. See, I thought I knew all the
gay boys at Sister Bertrille’s School for Boys. But Luke was my
straight-boy shower room masturbation fantasy! He was the guy I
wanted, and when I saw him on stage running around in gold
underwear (don’t think I didn’t check out his basket), I had to have
him! That Monday at school, I passed a note to Pickles, my best friend
in Bible Study class. Let me tell you about Pickles. He is a wonderful
guy and I love him. He knew I was gay before I did.

I remember we were at lunch, and of course, I was drooling over Luke in his tight skinny jeans
standing in line. Pickles looked at me and said, “Girl, you’re a queer boy.” I hate it when he
calls me girl. Pickles’ real name is Drew, but no one calls him that, not even the nuns. I told
Pickles about Luke at Rocky Horror. “It doesn’t shock me at all. Have you seen the way he
walks?”, Pickles said as he was fixing his hair in the mirror. “Should I go after him?”, I asked.
Pickles turned and looked at me. “Well we have to know for sure. I wouldn’t want you to get
your ass kicked.” “I might like that, Pickles.” “Don’t go there. Anyway, I’ll ask Stevie”, Pickles
replied. A note about Stevie: she is known as the Lesbian Loan Shark in Wilton Manors. I once
borrowed two hundred and ninety five dollars for a black Diesel jacket. I was late with one
payment and she beat the shit out of me. However, Stevie knew all the gay boys at school, no
matter how far in the closet they were. Pickles had to go to the one place he hated, the softball
field where Stevie hung out with her lesbian gang. I couldn’t go with him because the bitch held
a grudge about that damn jacket. I waited for Pickles at Java Boys, where they have the cutest
waiters. It seemed like hours, but Pickles came in and I ran to him like a dog with a bone.
“Pickles, is he gay?” “Not here, the walls have ears”, Pickles said, looking at Eric, the school
gossip. Pickles took me to his house. His parents are so cool about him being gay. Not like my
parents who were in denial. Pickles has this cool purple and black room, with a vague disco
theme. I sat on the edge of the bed on top of his Cher blanket waiting to find out if Luke was
gay. Pickles went on to tell me how hard it was to get the 411 from Stevie. “Pickles!”, I shouted.
“Don’t have a spaz, dear. Yes he’s a queer boy, but he’s in the closet”, Pickles informs. “So I can
bring him out.” Pickles rolled his fake blue eyes at me. “It’s not that easy. He doesn’t go out
with high school boys; in fact he doesn’t go out with any boys.” “Oh, he has a fag hag posing as
a girlfriend”, I responded. Pickles ran his hand through his thick blond hair. “No not that
dramatic, he wants to be a priest.” “Well you know I like wearing crucifixes, Pickles.” “Girl,
you're Jewish!” Pickles took me by the hand and we walked to Java Boys. I was on my third
Java Chip Frap when Luke Roberts walked in. He is a god! But there was something wrong. He
was with a girl and they were holding hands. I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom where
Pickles was piercing our friend Hector’s ear. He is one of those cute waiters at Java Boys.
“Ouch!” Hector yelled out. Pickles turned to me. “ You made him bleed when you barged in
here.” “Not now.” I said grabbing Pickles’ hand and pointing him towards Luke with a girl. “I
thought you said he was a queer boy.” Pickles again rolled his fake blue eyes at me. “Maybe he
is Bi.” We went back to our table. All I could do was watch Luke and that evil bitch with him.
“Sweetie, ex-boyfriend alert, Daniel is coming”, Pickles warns. A quick note about Daniel: He is
a teen-age drag queen. The only good thing about dating him was, that when he would come
pick me up he was always dressed in drag. So my parents thought that I was dating a girl.
Daniel came over to me. He was wearing a pink sundress with a long, bad, blond wig. “Sugar,
you can put that plastic knife down. That girl is Luke’s sister.” “What are you talking about?”,
I asked. Daniel replied, “Luke Roberts darling is every gay boy’s dream here in Wilton Manors.
Too bad he wants to be a Priest, such a waste.” Daniel walked away to be with the other teenage
drag queens. I looked at Pickles. “It’s true, he is going to be a priest. I can never have him.”
Pickles reached across the table and took my hand. “Be brave. It worked for Erica Kane on All
My Children.” I smiled at Pickles. “I have a better idea. I have my mother’s charge cards she
never knows about. Let’s go to the Galleria.”. We both got up and ran out the side door. Next
issue: Gym Class every gay boys nightmare!

Father of the
Year (Part 1)
My friends have been encouraging me to date again. My ex and me
parted ways many years ago, when my son was a baby, but now he’s
twelve. I have not been out there in the dating world since I was young
and before fatherhood. All my friends are telling me to get out there and
start to date since my son is getting older and my life seems to revolve
around the monthly PTA meetings and gossiping with the other
mothers. My best friend got me to join Growler. I took a very nice
picture of my face with a big smile. I then noticed that all the other
guys’ pictures were of armpits, nipples, and yes cock. I decided to keep
my smiling picture up as I was determined to enter the dating world
again. The next day, when my son came home from school, I was
washing dishes and he yelled out “Dad what’s this Growler game you
downloaded on my phone?” I dropped the dish I was holding and ran
out of the kitchen. “Give me that phone”, I yelled. He handed it to me
and I quickly deleted the app. I handed the phone back to him. “It’s an
adult game”, I explained. He shrugged his shoulders and threw his book
bag down and turned on the television. I went back to washing dishes.
The moral of the story is that when you download an app, make sure it
does not end up on your child’s phone if both phones are synced to the
same account. I guess I won’t be getting the Father of the Year Award
this year.
I Was His Slave
I Was His Slave dressed in leather, begging on the floor of his secret pit
of desire. I screamed out loud as he laughed and called me names.
“Please hit me, Sir.” “I am so bad, show me the dark path you walk.”
He pulled my hair, spit on me, put me on a leash, and locked me in a
box yelling that I wasn’t ready. He made fun of me, but I could see the
dark beauty in the depth of his eyes. I do love him in a strange way, but
he doesn’t love me. He only uses me for his twisted games. I can still feel
his whip hitting my naked flesh in the middle of the night as sweat and
tears poured from me. He only laughed as I cried for more. When I bag
his groceries, he smiles and seems so innocent, but we both know the
darkness and the pain will come.

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Valley of The Barbies - An Original Screenplay (A Film Script eBook) by Brett
Butler Film Script Synopsis: When a bitter, overweight gay man (Donald) has a
prank played on him by a group of men, known as the Barbies, he must overcome
the all too perfect, conceited men, in order to get revenge, by losing weight,
changing his identity to in>iltrate the Barbies, and play his own pranks on each one
of them. Introduction: This was written as a Master’s Thesis and I am very proud
of it. I came up with the idea for this story, one day at the coffee house (Java Boys)
in Wilton Manors. I was watching and hearing young gay men talk about their
hookups and making fun of others that do not >it into their perfect world. So, from
this conversation, “Valley of the Barbies” was born. I made the guys I saw “The
Barbies” and the rest of us, who do not >it in, the “Donalds” of the world. Act 1:
Donald is the protagonist. He is overweight and does not >it into the perfect guy
world of Wilton Manors. Donald has to pay for sex from a Barbie, Johnny, the town
hustler. One night, Donald meets Blaze, the leader of the Barbies, who takes Donald
home and has sex with him. Blaze makes a sex tape of this and posts it for everyone
in town to see. This tape ruins Donald’s life and everyone now recognizes him, but
for the wrong reason. Donald’s best friend commits suicide over a prank the
Barbies play on him. Donald wants revenge and his nude housekeeper, Juan Pablo,
offers him the help he needs to get it. Act 2: Donny must keep the Barbies from
>inding out his true identity, so he can get his revenge. Donny needs to keep Johnny
quiet, before he tells the Barbies that he is really Donald. Donny must date a Barbie,
in order to get into the Barbies. Donny is forced to perform a sex act, as the
initiation into the Barbies. Act 3: Donny is being blackmailed by Jammer, one of the
Barbies, and is forced to go to Casio, the leader of the rival gang the Bronies, for
help. As more Barbies seem to be dying off, Donny is close to bringing down the
remaining members. Donny exposes Blaze’s real age in public and causes the
Barbies to fold. Casio confesses to killing the Barbies, as his way of helping Donny.
Donny and Jesus, the detective, seem to be drawn to each other. As everything is
falling apart, will these two walk off into the sunset together? Will Blaze and Johnny
seek out revenge on Donny for what he has done to them? Favorite Scene:
Audiences will laugh when an 80 year old man, BJ Cobbledick, walks into Donald’s
workplace to pick up his medication.” Mr. Cobbledick mistakes Donald’s woman
boss, Stevie, as a man, by telling her she needs a shave. Then as Mr. Cobbledick
looks at Donald, he recognizes him from his sex tape and calls him out on it, by
offering some sage advice, “Leave the porn to the muscle boys.” Mr. Cobbledick
makes another appearance at the very end of the script, offering similar sage
advice. 104 Pages / Cover Art

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The Adventures at Toxic Beach - Attack of the Killer Eddies (An
Animation Script eBook) by Brett Butler Animation Script Synopsis: When
a smart, wimpy boy genius is violated by the school bully, who writes “Loser” on
his forehead in permanent ink, he must overcome the overcon>ident, sel>ish
school bully, in order to get back at him and make him stop, by building the
Killer Eddie robots who attack him and take over the school. 30 Pages /
Photographs / Art
The Rhythm of Youth (A Film Script eBook) by Brett Butler Film Script
Synopsis: When a street-smart, underprivileged boy from Hialeah gets a
scholarship to an upscale private school, he must overcome a perfect, jealous
head boy in order to succeed at the school and become head boy himself, by
using his street-smarts and taking the head boy's place. 12 Pages / Photographs
Homesick for The Valley of The Damned (A Webisode Script eBook) by
Brett Butler Webisode Script Synopsis: The Star Football Player has a big
secret. His girlfriend wants to stay Queen Bee at Clarkstown North High School.
She will do anything to keep the student body from >inding out what is really
going on in the boy's locker room. This time she may have been out- smarted
and the secret could be exposed. 12 Pages / Photographs / Poem
Alternative Nation - Book 1 and 2 (A Short Story eBook) by Brett Butler
Short Story Synopsis: (Book 1) Two men struggle to >ight their feelings for each
other. One has the perfect family (a wife and kids) and the other has a devoted
girlfriend. As both men fall in love with each other, they face different obstacles
to their love that threaten to destroy everything they now have. (Book 2) A new
neighbor forms a dangerous love triangle as both men face the aftermath of their
broken relationship. They try to rebuild their lives apart and >ind a way back to
each other again. 44 Pages / Front Cover Photographs / Back Cover Art
Beyond the Valley of The Barbies (A Film Script Sequel eBook) by Brett
Butler (Coming Soon)

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