My Dead Wife
Things had grown so bad that day. The kids wouldn't stop hollering about church
and how come we never go - these godamn kids are all I've got these days...
and the smokes...
But anyways, they were fussing and carrying on for a while...for the whole drive
actually, until we drove by Mr. Beanshit's Liquor, or something like that, and
I (very coolly) looked in the rear view mirror and cooed:
"hey, anyone for...popsicles?"
That got them going alright...squealing miserable childish shit to one another
as I turned the van around and headed back towards the store, slowed down right
before it, then slammed down on the gas pedal.
"tough break, eh fuckos?!?" I screeched into the back seat as we flew past old
Mr. Beanshit's dump.
This was too fucking wild...I felt great! Man, were those kids hurt..hurt and
sad, sad and hurt...."Yeah..." I smiled.
______ I guess I'll write more later___________