My Dead Wife pt VIII
There is no 'team' in 'me'
- Jawa Proverb
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"Knock Knock."
"Yeah, who are you?"
I paused, thinking for a moment. I decided to play my trump card:
"Knock Knock."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm with the band."
Behind Mr. Door Guy, the party looked like it was in full swing. People were
sitting around looking in-SANE.
"What band, I don't think..."
"The name of the band is Rad China. Move."
Inside, the madness was far more intense than the wild times I was having on
the porch. I sat next to a young buck in a vest with no shirt:
"I guess SOMEONE decided to ignore the 'No Fat Chicks' sign at the door" I jabbed
"HAHAHAHAAA"
"Excuse me?"
"The band, man the BAND!!!"
"Oh, yeah...so...uh, what do you play in this band?"
"I play The Future."
"Is that right?"
"Guess I'll be seeing you." With that I pushed him off the couch.
A tall drink of water of a lady strolled by, "How about a drink, Mr...?"
"Sandpeople."
"How about a drink Mr. Sandpeople?"
"SANDPEOPLE??!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I screamed. I was very afraid of sandpeople
that night.
"How about a glass of water."
I took what she offered and gulped it down. Suddenly, I was awash with euphoria
and a dizzying confidence.
"WHooo!!!! I'm jushed fffucked up...wherze am I"
"There was water in that glass!" I heard the woman puzzle through my glorious
fog.
I guess this was it, I was going to die.