Naked Circus
"Well, you shouldn't do that," he said and left me.
"Well, you shouldn't do that out there," he said and left me in my room.
Monica and I had been on the side of the house by the gate taking turns looking down each other's underpants. I don't think I was tall enough to reach the little hole in the gate where the cord went through to unlatch it. I saw some pudge with a line down it. I don't remember how we got around to it, what was said, whose idea it was. Next thing I knew, my dad had me by the elbow and he scolded us and sent Monica away.
Around that time, a friend of my mom's and dad's was in town. I think it was Mickey Brophie. He had brought a camper. He was going to the circus. I wanted to go. My mom said I wasn't invited. I pestered. She said I was rude. The guy said it was okay. I got to go. But when we got there, the circus was sold out. I was disconsolate. They bought me a plastic jeweled pirate sword, so I would be a good sport about it.
Anyway, after that, I would draw pictures of the circus from what I'd seen in books, but after seeing the pudge in Monica's pants, I would draw all the people naked. It was a naked circus. Two circles with two dots in 'em were tits. I draw a vertical line through a circle for the pussy. The ring master had a dick. This was in the second grade. Even then, we always found naked magazines in people's garages. Ronny Martin showed us his dad's Penthouses in a box. I had dreams about naked people in garages. I told Keith about it on the way to school. We agreed it would be good to see more naked people, as long as we could keep our clothes on ourselves.
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What else? I sawr a baby squirrel make his way along the electric wires out the window. A crow landed and the kitchen blew a fuse. Shirelle made tacos. After this, I'll shoot some hoops. The phone rings. Thing says, "Hey, Z, it's Shirelle." I picked up the phone. She opens with, "So why'd you kick me out?"
"Cuz I want to write."
"Well, you shouldn't do that out there," he said and left me in my room.
Monica and I had been on the side of the house by the gate taking turns looking down each other's underpants. I don't think I was tall enough to reach the little hole in the gate where the cord went through to unlatch it. I saw some pudge with a line down it. I don't remember how we got around to it, what was said, whose idea it was. Next thing I knew, my dad had me by the elbow and he scolded us and sent Monica away.
Around that time, a friend of my mom's and dad's was in town. I think it was Mickey Brophie. He had brought a camper. He was going to the circus. I wanted to go. My mom said I wasn't invited. I pestered. She said I was rude. The guy said it was okay. I got to go. But when we got there, the circus was sold out. I was disconsolate. They bought me a plastic jeweled pirate sword, so I would be a good sport about it.
Anyway, after that, I would draw pictures of the circus from what I'd seen in books, but after seeing the pudge in Monica's pants, I would draw all the people naked. It was a naked circus. Two circles with two dots in 'em were tits. I draw a vertical line through a circle for the pussy. The ring master had a dick. This was in the second grade. Even then, we always found naked magazines in people's garages. Ronny Martin showed us his dad's Penthouses in a box. I had dreams about naked people in garages. I told Keith about it on the way to school. We agreed it would be good to see more naked people, as long as we could keep our clothes on ourselves.
_
What else? I sawr a baby squirrel make his way along the electric wires out the window. A crow landed and the kitchen blew a fuse. Shirelle made tacos. After this, I'll shoot some hoops. The phone rings. Thing says, "Hey, Z, it's Shirelle." I picked up the phone. She opens with, "So why'd you kick me out?"
"Cuz I want to write."
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