Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Cancelled Due to Rain



It rained all day yesterday steady, without hope.  I couldn't barbecue, so the hookers wouldn't come.  No ribs. . . no fun.  So I sat around drinking the Colt .45 Malt Liquor by myself and got drunk and morose.  That's just the way it has been going, though.  I'm living under a curse.  It was probably from that Haitian girl, or maybe one of the girls from Brazil.  But I know a couple of women from the states who are into all that, too.  I don't believe in ju-ju, so I think I'm safe, but lately I've been wondering.  And that may be all a curse needs to take hold--just a little doubt.  All that chicken blood and sacrifice. . . I don't know.  I'm sure there are dolls out there with my name all over them.  

 Later, my stomach was all hollow from the Colt .45, so I stopped at a Chicken Licken for some  CHiCK'N SLYDERS and chips and an X-tra Large Coke to pick me up.  If I'd thought about it earlier, I could have gotten a big takeout order for everyone and we could have partied inside.  I must be getting old.  I should have thought of that.  

So that was it.  No MLK celebrations.  You know white folks would pick the worst weather month of the year to celebrate diversity.  

3 comments:

  1. The "Lie" precludes it from being "true." It, therefore must portray Truth-- as a play portrays a character. It is the reader then that decides the veracity as it pertains to their experience and perception.

    That's what I was trying to say on MLK Part 1.


    I love this one too. But I'm a masochist of sorts.


    Install a Play-station in your lobby for the B-friends and include the latest Grand Theft Auto. They'll be begging their wimmen to get nekked and have you take their pitcher.

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