Serious Bullshit!

I HAD THAT DREAM AGAIN LAST NIGHT

You were there. We started off as just kids growing up in a small town. We both lived next to the cardboard box refining factory. I remember the smell was so strong we weren't aloud to play outside too much because our parents thought the smell would give us brain tumors. Really I just think our parents didn't like having to wash that smell out of our clothes. Come to think of it, I don't think your mom liked doing the laundry at all. Your clothes were often stained with the mess you had made the last time you wore them.

I didn't mind so much being around the kid with the dirty clothes all the time. What really bothered me was that song you used to always sing. How did it go? "When the log rolls over, I will drown, dooooo do do do, do do do do." Yeah, something like that. I remember I wasn't the only one to hate it. Remember that girl? What was her name? She hated it so much she would beat the piss out of you during recess. Your mom said she just had a crush on you until she drove that railroad spike through your pinky toe. You remember her now don't you? She's the one who stole her dad's pick-up and tried to run you over because she told you if she caught you singing that stupid song one more time she was going to kill you dead? God she was so pretty. What was her name?

Remember when I went to the emergency room because she had a severe lazy eye and hit me instead? I was in critical condition. No, my body was going to be just fine, but she had stolen my heart and I didn't know how I was going to make it out of there alive without her. I faked some internal bleeding for weeks just so she'd feel bad and come visit me in the hospital. Thing is she felt real good to me. I can't believe I can't remember her name. She used to do that thing with her neck were she'd just lay there and look all dead until that day the cops came by to pick you and me up for her murder. She had a great sense of humor. I can't believe you got all mad at her. It's not like we didn't make a lot of new friends.

I meant to tell you I met that guy with the apple cobbler tattooed on his forehead. He's a car salesman out in Brussekport. He tried to sell me a car(said he'd give me the "Insider's Special"). I remember when those guys gave you the "Insider's Special" in prison. You cried for weeks and I ate all of your solid foods, because you couldn't do nothin' but drink stuff. I must have gained twelve pounds that same month.

Nothing will beat when we broke out and worked in that trailer as short-order cooks. God you know we had so many good times together, it's a shame those bikers ripped out your tongue after you refused to taste the same food you had been serving them. Hey, wait I think I got a picture of that night...YES!!! There you are!


Yeah, I mean it was nice you couldn't sing anymore, but then that brought that girl...damnit what was her name?!

Sorry, I know how you can't stand it when I curse.

I guess that song wasn't so bad after all. I wonder what ever happened to that girl. it's like she fell off the face of the Earth.

posted by John Q. Pubic @ 8:42 AM