Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Isn't funny how things from years ago pop into your head for no apparent reason? I was thinking tonight about grammar school. There was one kid that I used to tease and aggravate quite often. I used to ask him if he had any naked pictures of his mom; of course when he said no, I offered to sell him some. I know it was juvenile, but hey, I was like 11. This kid was a little slow, but always laughed, and took it all in stride. For some reason I thought about all those stupid little things I used to do to him. I would love to look him up now, 27 years later, and apologize for being a mean little jerk to him. He probably wouldn't even remember me. Than again, he may be the kind that never forgets. His tormented childhood could have twisted him into a vengeful serial killer. He could be on a seven-state killing spree right now; systematically killing everyone who has wronged him. Or maybe he is working quitely in a hardware store in Utah. At any rate, I should look him up...
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I'm the kind who always forgets, but I get really ticked off when I finally remember. I like to stalk and taunt my avesary until his mind begins to crack like a fragile, little, premature robin egg or a thin layer of ice or a potato chip or something like that, or maybe even a taco shell that has been under the heat lamp too long and maybe it is just a litlle over-cooked or something. I also like to work at the hardware store. I can't always find the marbles section.
Yea, I guess you could say I'm a little bit crazy, but I'm no serial killer. I'm just a stalker.
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