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Jas


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Chronicles of a wandering mind #2


I'm 12 and I lay on my bedroom floor laughing my head off. No one comes to see what is so funny. I don't know what I am laughing about. It feels really good. 

It gets to the point where I slow down and and then speed up again. Tears fill my eyes and I want to know why I am laughing so hard. I am on the verge of farting which could send me off on another gut aching cackle. 

The back door slams. Its my father. I know this by the loud heavy footsteps. He knows what I have done. He knows of the bricks by the garage and he knows what I did. 

Jason! he yells. 

The laughter has long passed and im still like a leaf on the sidewalk. Maybe he won't see me. 

Jas! he calls up the stairs again.

His voice is shearing rage. They are just stupid bricks. It was fascinating how well they broke with the the 9 iron golf club. I reluctantly go downstairs. The steps creak like they are crying for me.  

Outside im standing there with enough shame as a punishment. He's jabbing his finger into my chest like I'm an unresponsive computer key. Its almost pathetic like hes stabbing with a dull retarded knife. It still hurts regardless.

His hot breath smells like what a "daddy-long legs" smells like. He's really upset. It looks like his head might explode. Its red like a balloon. I imagine it popping off and floating into the clouds where he might be happier.

His finger goes again. I just stand there. He's done now and walks away. Alone, the tears come. Snot flows out of my nose trying to choke me. For a second I try to let it do just that.

My head feels swollen and I want to dig a hole and burry myself down there among the worms. I think I might name one hank if I see one.

They were just stupid bricks. I hide in my fort that I built. I stay there the rest of the day. I stare at the sky through a crack in the wood with the nails pointing out everywhere. I welcome the ants crawling in my shorts. I wonder if they will chew off my penis and carry it to their ant hill. Maybe they try to sell it to the highest bidder among the colony.




-- Edited by Jas at 20:10, 2008-10-20

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