Symphony of a Wrecking Ball
They left the children home and out into the cold winter night they went.
They decided to bring the puppy with them over to their friends who happened to have a puppy from the same litter.
The prospect was entertaining.
For throughout his childhood he couldn't cite a more turbulent time in the relationship between the two parents, than in those blustery days of winters past.
It was almost like a first date of sorts.
In the prime of puberty, a couple hundred students filled a theatre where
the stage curtains were still drawn.
What gushing!
'It just keeps coming out!'
The mucous, thick like an earthworm and red as blood, became even longer the more it was pulled on.
The boy laughed and giggled, then handed a crumpled up ball of paper towel over to his friend who was embarrassed by the sudden tides of emotion that he had just lost control over.
No one really quite knew why, but even into the latter years of school he was prone to a sudden nosebleed.
It was just assumed by his peers that it had something to do with the fowl smelling, unnaturally potent flatulence that had something to do with the bodybuilding pants which he wore everyday.
He once confessed to his friends that he had found a stash of cocaine in his step-father's drawer.
And maybe it had something to do with that, that he became very addicted to wearing bodybuilding pants.
The man lived with his girlfriend and a puppy in a motel that he owned a stones throw from the expressway.
The motel rooms were infamously noisy, and as cheap as the half hourly rate.
Day and night the guests came, and went.
And when later that night the boy's parents returned home, with them they had a surprise of sorts.
For it was a rare occasion to eat fast food in their house, and they had brought him some home.
With Spring, in came a lullaby
And the sound of the chicks.
The mother couldn't hide it.
She had to tell him yet didn't quite know how to.
She had learned herself of the details earlier in the day when the veterinarian called.
The puppy suffered a cardiac arrest while he was being neutered that afternoon.
Apparently it was due to some allergic reaction caused by the anesthesia.
And so the years passed.
One Saturday morning, the boy's father brought home a car that he had just bid on and won from an auction.
It was the same make, and roughly of the same year as the car that his friend, the motel owner, was seen to drive.
The only discernible difference was in it's size and color.
The four door blue coup made its way into the garage where it was parked for some time before the boy,
Exploring the inside of the car one day made a discovery.
He lifted up the back seat, where there underneath he found
a big white bag of baking soda.
And maybe it was due to this,
that the boy loved exploring.
They decided to bring the puppy with them over to their friends who happened to have a puppy from the same litter.
The prospect was entertaining.
For throughout his childhood he couldn't cite a more turbulent time in the relationship between the two parents, than in those blustery days of winters past.
It was almost like a first date of sorts.
In the prime of puberty, a couple hundred students filled a theatre where
the stage curtains were still drawn.
What gushing!
'It just keeps coming out!'
The mucous, thick like an earthworm and red as blood, became even longer the more it was pulled on.
The boy laughed and giggled, then handed a crumpled up ball of paper towel over to his friend who was embarrassed by the sudden tides of emotion that he had just lost control over.
No one really quite knew why, but even into the latter years of school he was prone to a sudden nosebleed.
It was just assumed by his peers that it had something to do with the fowl smelling, unnaturally potent flatulence that had something to do with the bodybuilding pants which he wore everyday.
He once confessed to his friends that he had found a stash of cocaine in his step-father's drawer.
And maybe it had something to do with that, that he became very addicted to wearing bodybuilding pants.
The man lived with his girlfriend and a puppy in a motel that he owned a stones throw from the expressway.
The motel rooms were infamously noisy, and as cheap as the half hourly rate.
Day and night the guests came, and went.
And when later that night the boy's parents returned home, with them they had a surprise of sorts.
For it was a rare occasion to eat fast food in their house, and they had brought him some home.
With Spring, in came a lullaby
And the sound of the chicks.
The mother couldn't hide it.
She had to tell him yet didn't quite know how to.
She had learned herself of the details earlier in the day when the veterinarian called.
The puppy suffered a cardiac arrest while he was being neutered that afternoon.
Apparently it was due to some allergic reaction caused by the anesthesia.
And so the years passed.
One Saturday morning, the boy's father brought home a car that he had just bid on and won from an auction.
It was the same make, and roughly of the same year as the car that his friend, the motel owner, was seen to drive.
The only discernible difference was in it's size and color.
The four door blue coup made its way into the garage where it was parked for some time before the boy,
Exploring the inside of the car one day made a discovery.
He lifted up the back seat, where there underneath he found
a big white bag of baking soda.
And maybe it was due to this,
that the boy loved exploring.
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