Thursday, July 24, 2014

45

I had just closed down the orphanage or prison and was ready to head out to Clucksville when a garbage truck full of hubcaps sideswiped my brand new Nabisco Roadster Elite Mk. IV. It was a treat for myself after caring for the children or prisoners or general pains in my goddamn ass. I earned it and with all the vegetables I had grown in the garden (that was MY idea) and fed them and hugged them and told them hey you can't save the world but you can help make sure it doesn't get any worse, well, I forgot what I was saying but I know everything about tomatoes and beans you dumb asshole.

Look, what I call you up and ask you how you are doing, that's all I'm doing you paranoid assminer. I don't want to fight or fuck you. I just want to know how you are doing. That's it, and that's all. I'm really trying here.

But I had to shut it down and watch my car get bashed but hey I still have my knapsack of clothes, food, and drink.

None of the children or prisoners were there to send me off because they had asphyxiated themselves on moldy coffee grounds long ago. I never got around to burying anyone.