SO. who wants to hear a story?
i already know Brad does...cuz he requested one.
he said if i got bored i should tell him a story.
not that i'm that bored,
seein as it has taken me about three hours
-- no kiddin--
to gather and edit the pix that go with this story.
but-- i'll tell the story anyhow.
[this is NOT fiction]
"Soulman and the unfortunate wretch of an assclown "
i already know Brad does...cuz he requested one.
he said if i got bored i should tell him a story.
not that i'm that bored,
seein as it has taken me about three hours
-- no kiddin--
to gather and edit the pix that go with this story.
but-- i'll tell the story anyhow.
[this is NOT fiction]
"Soulman and the unfortunate wretch of an assclown "
how's THAT for a title? kinda shows ya that it MUST be non-fiction.
ok, ready? let's get goin... i'm not really prepared to tell a story in story form. it's been a while since i did that.. but i will try.
no-- i won't. i just don't have it in me right now. i was up til 3 a.m last night-- along with soulman. and up at 7 or 8. BUT-- no-- sorry folks-- this isn't that kinda story.
that's too bad really. it woulda been a whole lot less stressful.
do i have your attention yet? i'm thinkin i do.
alrighty then. our evening began last night at around 6 pm. it was to be a relaxing evening out. Soulkid had her own plans, so it would be just me and the soulman.
first, we picked up a friend of the soulchild, and we headed to the mall. yep. i actually ventured out to mall hell for the evening. not for any shopping or crowd bashing.. no-- the plan was to let thing one and thing two go their way, and soulman and i were going to the movies.
THAT'S not where we had any problems. we gave the soulkid some cash, and they headed off into teen hell. really-- i had no idea over 100 kids would be hanging around at this mall . they were everywhere. literally. like fleas! and most without parents. not that i'm complaining. we turned ours loose too. i just was surprised, because i don't usually see that many kids anywhere at one time--other than school - or somewhere.
it was like a fresh first deep breath out of a coma [i'm guessing :)) ] ... simply to be away from the house, on a not too chilly evening, kidless. i almost felt like an adult.
the movie was good. it was not what either of us had expected really; but we both did enjoy it. the humor in the movie was welcomed as well. it's been a while since we've laughed like that. in fact-- the entire theater was laughing -- not throughout of course, but seriously-- aLOT.
no-- i won't. i just don't have it in me right now. i was up til 3 a.m last night-- along with soulman. and up at 7 or 8. BUT-- no-- sorry folks-- this isn't that kinda story.
that's too bad really. it woulda been a whole lot less stressful.
do i have your attention yet? i'm thinkin i do.
alrighty then. our evening began last night at around 6 pm. it was to be a relaxing evening out. Soulkid had her own plans, so it would be just me and the soulman.
first, we picked up a friend of the soulchild, and we headed to the mall. yep. i actually ventured out to mall hell for the evening. not for any shopping or crowd bashing.. no-- the plan was to let thing one and thing two go their way, and soulman and i were going to the movies.
THAT'S not where we had any problems. we gave the soulkid some cash, and they headed off into teen hell. really-- i had no idea over 100 kids would be hanging around at this mall . they were everywhere. literally. like fleas! and most without parents. not that i'm complaining. we turned ours loose too. i just was surprised, because i don't usually see that many kids anywhere at one time--other than school - or somewhere.
it was like a fresh first deep breath out of a coma [i'm guessing :)) ] ... simply to be away from the house, on a not too chilly evening, kidless. i almost felt like an adult.
the movie was good. it was not what either of us had expected really; but we both did enjoy it. the humor in the movie was welcomed as well. it's been a while since we've laughed like that. in fact-- the entire theater was laughing -- not throughout of course, but seriously-- aLOT.
oh , i bet you wanna know what movie it was???? it was THIS one -
'and i highly recommend you see it'
now. onto our story. this is a story with a small cast of characters, and a large amount of emotion.
the movie let out at about nine thirty or so, and we were to meet up with the girls at ten. we decided to walk over to the book store and kill some time, rather than just stand around looking old in this open mall overflowing with tweens and teens.
first on the list before the book store though, was i wanted a cigarette; so we walked over to the car and went ahead and parked closer to the theater while i smoked one.
cigarettes do taste better after you haven't had one for a while; dontcha think? i do. except for the fact that i have been smoking non stop since we left the mall . i didn't sleep smoke tho.
well, we walked into the book store, which was also packed with teeny boppers. they made soulman and i both have near panic attacks. they were everywhere, squeeling, and acting stupid, and being in our way as we attempted to choose a magazine to buy. i wanted to roll with my inner bitch and "queen earlene" each and every last one of them within ear shot --- or striking distance. but, i maintained myself. i also rescued soulman, in my own little way. i asked him to go buy me a coffee, while i went to pay for the magazine i got-- surprisingly in the midst of the brat pack.
we met up again and got the hell out of there, only to realize that we still had a little bit of time to waste before meeting the soulkids. we used that time to catch our breath from being in the store with twice the bodies it should hold by the fire department regulations. and you know, i lit a smoke. so much for quittin eh? hey, i tried. i was almost there too-- til the chantix made me lose my mind. i'd rather smoke thank you.
finally, we get a call from soulkid. she wanted to go stay the night with a different friend she met up with , and we were still responsible for taking soulkid two back to her house. (yes i know-- don't say it)
so first, we talked to soulkid3's mother before sending the original soulkid off with them. then we loaded up in the soul wagon to take soulkid 2 home. that all sounds ok. right?
well. not quite. there's a little something i failed to mention there.
y'all remember the 18 year old little punk that i have mentioned a time or two here don't you? well, the little bastard has had a birthday recently, and is now 19 years old.
YES, 19. AND he STILL hangs out with - has sex with - and supplies drugs and alcohol to 12-16 year old KIDS.
YES, 19. AND he STILL hangs out with - has sex with - and supplies drugs and alcohol to 12-16 year old KIDS.
does that still upset me? oh ya.
soulman? most definitely !
and don't you just know,
ASSCLOWN, has been fearing an angry dad for some time.
OR -- could he be THAT stupid, for real?
soulman? most definitely !
and don't you just know,
ASSCLOWN, has been fearing an angry dad for some time.
OR -- could he be THAT stupid, for real?
are ya gettin the gyst of things yet? oh i know some of you have it by now.
yepperz. remember when we were trading kids around in front of the theater? the tres soulkids informed us that the 19 year old little fuck was there! somewhere in range that two of the most pissed off parents in this town could finally confront him.
--- i do want to say his name-- but i won't.
let's just call him the little bastard, or, the little fucker. or, how bout just whatever comes to my mind? ugh. i only have to think about him, and i almost spontoniously combust!
back to the scene now....
soulman, myself, and thing 2, were loaded up and headed home.
remember thing 1 = being soulkid -- went home with a different friend.
soulman asked thing 2 who was sitting in the back seat of the soul wagon,
"if you see this kid, will you tell me?"
"sure."
soulman, myself, and thing 2, were loaded up and headed home.
remember thing 1 = being soulkid -- went home with a different friend.
soulman asked thing 2 who was sitting in the back seat of the soul wagon,
"if you see this kid, will you tell me?"
"sure."
"there he is, the one in the hat!"
if i didn't know better, i would have thought that soulman was gonna run over him. he almost did. he sped the car up, and stopped hard a mere foot from him. little bastard was like a deer , frozen in the headlights for a moment before the two boys continued walking.
by their third step, soulman threw the car into park, and leaving the engine on, flung the door open and ran over and threw little fucker to the ground. he had no where to go, as there was a small pipe fence behind him. which his head most likely hit when he fell.
so, soulman asked are you "so and so".. he asked him three or four times and the kid denied it as many, finally saying his name was john.
of course, we had the girl with us, and she said, "no, it's HIM".
soulman towered over this punk, like the hulk would tower over bambi!
punk boy was drunk, and trying not to show fear. he would grin or smile-- which only made soul-hulk more angry. you wouldn't like him when he's angry.
no sooner did soulman have him on the ground, did a large-but not as large, man as soulman - stopped and tried to break them up. not physically, but he was calm and reminding soulman, STFU dude-- even words can get you in trouble. not a quote, but after he said it ten times it may as well have been. the man who stopped, did SAY - "he's just a kid.." That is when his demeanor changed-- when we both answered with a "he's 19!" in unison. the guy still didn't want a fight to ensue, but he was no longer willing to get in a fight himself, in order to stop this "thing" between a very big man, and a scrawny little fucker who was 19 years old-- and who by now he knew ALL about. because for ten minutes or so soulman was --- i don't know. he never once hit him, or choked him.. he did have a maybe a collar hold on him...and at one point, flung him up like a pice of yarn to his feet from the ground. by this time i began to be more worried that he would hit him,
and i didn't want him to. y'all know i really do want this kid to have a hurtin put on him... but you also must know--- i don't want any of us soul-peeps in jail to have it happen.
so-- i decided i would "intervene", a little. with little fucker on his feet now, i could see a can top sticking out of his jacket pocket. without saying a word, i took it out to see what it was. if it was alcohol.. i --- thought maybe i could throw it at him, and break his nose. perhaps. we all feel tougher til we face something, right? well, luckily , it was an energy drink, and i just placed it back into his pocket. it wasn't like he could do anything to me-- or anyone else for that matter, because soulmans hands didn't leave this turd the entire time.
i could tell things were coming to an end when soulmans' voice quit shaking from anger-
but i still had the fear that soulman was gonna choke or punch him. so did the other two bi-standers. his FIFTEEN year old friend he was with, and our good samaritan. thing two was still in the car-- she never did exit either. (ohhhh if she was our kid-- this woulda been an entirely different story.") we are angry enough now, one more grain of salt in these wounds would make a lot of difference.
i just couldn't leave what may well be my last opportunity to say what i had to say to this little bastard motherfucker. so i let him have it. "gran-gran/queen earlene/soul"
let's just say---- i don't think we'll be seein that little shithead anywhere near our house , or our kid again. if we do, he is even dumber than we thought.
we didn't tell him, although he asked over and over who our kid was--- we have a feeling he has figured it out by now. i have to say i am worried about our house, and our vehicles... in case he decides to vandalized something. i really don't think he has the guts to attempt to fight soulman... little PUKE. even i would have no fear goin up against that bastard. not in defense of my kid-- even some of her friends. this guy is a sick puny fuck, and i'm tellin ya-- it may not be us-- but he will get what's comin some day--- from someone.
and when that happens---
and i hope he spends a very loooong time behind bars---
as someonebodys' lovah :))
[the not so very end.]
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