Sunday, July 20, 2008

#2x360 G.B.

#2x360 G.B.
Africa, 1986.  Maybe it was a German thing.  You showed up at our door holding out the bodies of my pet chickens whose necks you'd just wrung.  Perhaps you honestly thought you were teaching me a lesson about the importance of proper fencing of chicken coops.  Perhaps it was a message for my parents, not me.  And perhaps when you saw the look of pure horror on my 10 year-old face, you reconsidered.  Too late, of course.  

Well, my parents may have had the power to make me pretend everything was all right so we could all go on being friends.  But mark my words:  if I ever publish one day, look for yourself in the role of villain, asshole.

(Note to James:  Yes, they seem to be this short.  I suppose it prevents giving too much detail and thereby getting sued (see above).  Also, as you can see I haven't even covered kindergarten.  Your entry could be months, years off)

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2 comments:

Anonymous Anonymous ~ 10:54 AM

I'd like to point out that this entry is not me, although it's strikingly similar.

If you were an actor, this is the incident in your life you would draw upon to conjure up difficult emotions. It's far too brief for such a seminal event in your life.

Have you ever written about it(short story, etc?)

BTW, I'll surely be dead by the time you get to me and I won't be able to defend myself. Nor will my obit writer be able to draw on your material.  


Blogger Amalia ~ 3:21 PM

No, I've never written about it. Maybe I should. Perhaps it would inspire forgiveness.  


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