I MISSED MY CALLING IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT
WARNING! The following content is of graphic non-poo nature. Only read further should you dare. Seriously, it's really bad.
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WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, JUST SQUIRT THEM IN THE EYE
The plan was to go to a Kinks Tribute Night in Charlotte with Eylin. The reality was bruises, urgent care, and head wounds. Last night I received a call fifteen minutes prior to my trek to Charlotte, that Eylin was on her way to urgent care. Her puppy charged her and somehow she jammed her finger. The swelling was bad and looking worse due to the rings on her finger that were now trapped. She said she still wanted to go out, and would call me when her and her son returned home. A couple of hours later, with her rings cut off her finger, her diagnosed sprain, and a new Muppet middle finger, she told me to come on down.
It was a beautiful, balmy night, almost sultry. I screamed and danced to Modest Mouse in my car, windows down. Ignoring the gawking, I was happy. The love of weather and the drive put me in the most pleasant of moods. An hour later I arrived in Charlotte and called Eylin to let her know I was exiting. Five minutes later I knocked on her door, and heard her yell for me to come in. There she stood with paper towels on her head, and her son announcing there was blood on the doorknob. The new puppy had attacked the cats' water bowl and spilled water on the kitchen floor. She was simply wiping up the mess when she stood up underneath the corner cabinet and gauged her skull, making quite the bloody mess.
My dear friend had a fucked up day. We decided to not to go out, and that she should go to bed, along with Finn who'd played witness to his mother's numerous injuries that day. I totally felt bad for her predicament and decided to head home and just enjoy the nighttime driving. On the way home my mind started to create stories as it often does. The story it created tonight is as follows.
I recently told Eylin that I think of her as a superhero. I've known her for 11 years and she never fails to amaze me and all the while she keeps others grounded. She emailed me this morning after the story came to mind stating that she was obviously NOT a superhero, and she was thinking her new puppy might possibly be her kryptonite. I disagree. Eylin, you ARE a super hero, and I figured out your beginning.
This is for you, oh wounded Muppet-fingered woman. Read More
It was a beautiful, balmy night, almost sultry. I screamed and danced to Modest Mouse in my car, windows down. Ignoring the gawking, I was happy. The love of weather and the drive put me in the most pleasant of moods. An hour later I arrived in Charlotte and called Eylin to let her know I was exiting. Five minutes later I knocked on her door, and heard her yell for me to come in. There she stood with paper towels on her head, and her son announcing there was blood on the doorknob. The new puppy had attacked the cats' water bowl and spilled water on the kitchen floor. She was simply wiping up the mess when she stood up underneath the corner cabinet and gauged her skull, making quite the bloody mess.
My dear friend had a fucked up day. We decided to not to go out, and that she should go to bed, along with Finn who'd played witness to his mother's numerous injuries that day. I totally felt bad for her predicament and decided to head home and just enjoy the nighttime driving. On the way home my mind started to create stories as it often does. The story it created tonight is as follows.
I recently told Eylin that I think of her as a superhero. I've known her for 11 years and she never fails to amaze me and all the while she keeps others grounded. She emailed me this morning after the story came to mind stating that she was obviously NOT a superhero, and she was thinking her new puppy might possibly be her kryptonite. I disagree. Eylin, you ARE a super hero, and I figured out your beginning.
This is for you, oh wounded Muppet-fingered woman. Read More
