2-2

Damn. This song Walk Away by Franz Ferdinand is undoubtedly one of my favorite songs. I can't get it out of my head. Wait, actually its not my favorite song; it's really not possible to claim a favorite because it'll soon be usurped by some other song if not simply out of fading interest. It's like how the eight crayon pack of Crayola's felt when they came out with the thirty two pack;it really can't compete. I mean, come on, there's four times as many crayons! Ah shit, now Stairway To Heaven is stuck in my head. You better know who that's by. You know, Led Zeppelin? Anyway, so my parents have yet to return from their "weekend getaway". I have to say that's a pretty short getaway. If an escaped convict that got recaptured only two days after, i'd be pretty embarrassed. And to add what-the-fuck to injury, both their phones are dead because both of them forget to bring phone chargers along. Luckily I smashed open my piggy bank, ( or rather the twenty dollar deposit box i'd lost the key to) and used a bit of the somewhat prestigious lawn mowing earnings to buy some food from the grocery store down the way.

Story 3

"Who are you to judge whether I am fit to succeed or not? You have no idea, no insight, into the truth. A little, determined fourth grader, with prodigal academic capacity, could pass through puberty feeling as bewildered as first-time solicitors of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. First everything is all easy and cool with these little, weak-but-exhilerating-to-young-people turns; but the next thing you know you've gone through this passway and find someone has simultaneously and devilishly turned up the heater. Everything around you is bright red and you're scared as shit! That little, oh-so-prodigal kid will undoubtedly become a slacker teenager that gives up when shit gets difficult (unless he/she is Asian). Assuming the for-now innocent child is not a descendant of the Orient, he or she will before long become no different from his or her peers. Therefore, i urgently stress that you reevaluate your evaluation of the probabilty of my lifelong success. Gimme a second, my tea is ready." I rose from my seat in the moment following my excusing myself and retrieved a can of Nestea from the fridge, cracking it open after returning to my ultra-plush living room seat opposite the stunned little man. "Don't you see? You really have no idea where i am going to go in life, just as you had no idea you were going to be in the meager position you were going to be in. And if you hd no idea, then i have no idea, and therefore it is all due to chance and i could even land myself in a lower position than you currently hold yourself in. I've already fucked the first decade and a half of my life up, and as everyone seems to say these days, your youth is most important."

At that, the social worker poorly disguised as shrink hired by my mother gathered his empty, wanting-to-be-a-business-suitcase suitcase, and left.

Dish Lifter

Dish Lifter
On friday, on monday, on tuesday,
wednesday, thursday, friday again,
the waitress earned $5.10 an hour plus tip,
8 hours a day only licked one trip

Yet even then even when,
she worked and worked,
yet,
even then,
only to fall short of the rent,
perhaps because she didn't work the weekend

the landlady alone,
waiting for the rent and,
that's when a client came in and,
she did the hour's work so to be given the hour's,
pay,
snatched hotel robe returned to her wrinkled skin,
click of the door latch closing not before the dish lifter enters in,
unbenknownst to moments prior,
aggravated land lady learns the news,
from dish lifter currently lacking a home

clear tear escapes beneath,
breaks through eyelash down along her face,
dives from her chin to disheveled flooring,
escapes further through boarding,
lower floor below accepts the salt of emotion evaporating

pee-stick gripped loosely,
"I'm sorry miss, i'm not going to make it!"
life shattered before land whore,
the test screen now occupied by unapologetic plus