Fuk Me to Beers! The Best Peeps I Met, I Met In Re-HaBab Whatever! None of Us Could spel for shit! Poem For “Ethel”–Fake Name–UBH: Interlude

Or….

Why is the rum gone?

 

 

Black Hair

Black Eyes

Bright Smile

Great Thighs

Wily Words From Her Mouth

Gave No Pause

Left No Doubt

Words Delivered With Such Charm

Better Watch Out

You’ll Be Disarmed

Your Walls Came Crashing Down

Your Weapons On The Ground

She Was Standing There

(Laughing At My Folly)

Laughing Everywhere

You May As Well Surrender Right There

Taking Me Aside, She Said

“I’ll Never Be Your Bride.

“But You Knew This All Along.”

She Left Me With A Song

And Made Me Smile Again

Then Left Me With a Fact:

“I Cheats At Blackjack”

 

(Inside Joke—Will Elaborate On This In A Future Post As We Delve Deeper Into This Odyssey)

“A Broad River Divides My Lovers: As Unchangeable As Nature.”

Best Carly Song Ever NOT Written by Kris Kristofferson. I misspoke.

Here is the one I meant (Written by Kris):

Sade! Take me Away!

“Take That MaryPoppins UMbrella and Shove it UP ure Ass!” My Gawd! How Much How I MISS HER! UBH Post Continuation Teaser

My GAWD!

I met a young broken woman while at Rehab.

(Hell! We were all ‘broken.’ Otherwise how the fuck did WE ALL END UP IN THIS PLACE??)

Let us call her name, “Kelsey” (Because that was probably her name)

Once while KNEE deep in some dark philosophical discussion she looked me dead in my eye and said,

“You can take that Marry Poppins umbrella and fly the fuck outta town.”

Instant Love and Instant Karma.

“Ethel, (The Cambodian) Pirate’s Daughter” seated next to me was not amused by my most recent love lust and infatuation.

But that is how things ‘work’ while in Rehab. Relationships are fleeting and ten-a-penny and not worth a cup of warm spit once one escapes…

Rehab.

Borrowed Karma

The payback and the interest is a mother-fucker.

(Please trust me on this; I know from where I speak)

Now, please, if you please, quietly fuck the fuck off.

“The line forms to the right.”

Internal Lance Voice chimes in:

“Who on Earth do you think you are? A Superstar?”

(“Well Wrong You Are!”)

Hey Lib-Tards! Oh! I’m So Fukkin’ Sorry For Lovin’ And Servin’ The Country I Love So Fuckin; Much! Why The Fuck Do You Think I Enlisted in The US Fuckin’ Navy? Sure! Some of it was My Ego! I Thought I Could Become a Fuckin’ NAVY FUCKIN’ SEAL Guess What? That did Not Work Out For Me! Fuckin’ Twice! Did I blame Anyone But Me? Of Course Not! (Wow! there’s too mucho mas profanity in this post! But! I am fuckin’ Sailor! Ignore or block me!)

POSITIVE!

CRED FOR BELOW: MISTER Coffey Anderson

I LOVE MY AMERICA!

CRED: LEE GREENWOOD

Author’s Note and Warning

How I hear my “inner post Voice”:

Or, if you prefer,

“Clang Clang Clang Went My Folly”

Maybe THIS Version Won’t

Take

Three Fuckin’ Decades To Load!

Here’s to Hopin’!

My Daddy, Ralph A. Marcom,

once said something incredible stupid to me. Actually it was more of a lament.

He was just thinking out loud, I suppose.

I was knee – deep in my rehearsals with Sister Madelyn, getting ready to perform “The Sound of Music” — read about that somewhere else in these pages. Anyway, he said to me, or asked me: “Why don’t kids ever get together and say, “Let’s put on a show?”

I said, “Daddy, ‘Summer – Stock’ was just a fantasy. No one ever lived that.”

I think that was the beginning of the ending of my relationship, my good one, with my father.

Summer Stock, Le Trailer:

Vid Cred: Panos Golfis

Vid Cred: pokeahugkiss

Street Cred for Vid: kherrick90

Credit: TOPPOP: Star sisters

“Any barmaid can be a star-made”

*******

Hey Film Buffs!
This (Below) is Required Watching!

Right On!

Spot On!

Dead On!

Thank YOU! Critical Drinker Man!

You Nailed My Same Same Sentiment!

Visit Crit Drinker Here Below:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSJPFQdZwrOutnmSFYtbstA

The Genesis of all this Bullshit:

*****

And No!
I also did NOT watch ‘The Oscars’ on My Tee-Vee Either.

I had Something Better to Do!

Like Picking The Lint Outta My Belly-Button.

(Which Was More Gratifying & Satisfying)

******

Golden Age
Lost Now–Magic Has Gone
Never Get It Back
That Ship Has Sailed
Out-of-Sight
Missing Somewhere Over That Recent Rainbow…

My father used to tell a great story about some university asshole who was trying to impress him:

Dude said,

“The reason Wizard of Oz was in Black and White was because in the beginning, 1939, they really did not have color film.”

Daddy replied, “That is fascinating. I suppose when Dorothy got back to Kansas, they had lost that technology, as it went back to black and white.”

Come On!

Get Happy!!

What a Dame!

Judy! Judy! Judy!


There definitely ain’t nothin’ like a dame

******

No Business Like Show Business….
Adding-dumb Dumb da Dumb

(I miss my Daddy; He loved Old Movies)

******

Bonus’esses

Excesses???

(Bring Your Own Dresses)

Of course the Andrews Sisters Inter-text did not escape me.

It’s Silly and Stupid

(But Rather Endearing) :

*****

I love My Oh So Rich American Culture–I Ain’t Rich, but surely you know what I mean.

I love my excesses

Bring your own dresses

*****

Am I gay?

No!

No Way!

I don’t Play that way.

(I just Color outside the lines.)

Either I’M too drunk to bE drunk or too fi==ukkkin’g Stupid to bE Stupid, oR WP is STUPID! i AM GONNA GO W/OPTION “c” UP-PUP_Fuckin’ Dated! Profane Profanity! (With Special Guest Star Cordelia) I am So Far Away From “Give-a-Shit-Land” that even If I had Unlimited Access to the Hubble: It would Make as ’bout as Much and Concern to Me as a Cup of Warm Copenhagen Spit! I’d Just FLUSH IT Along with all the Other sUPER-dUPPER superfulious callifragile —-you know rhe resa=a=song—if you have a fucking brain! I am removin’ from MY Knife (and MY LIFe)! WP Brings OUT The Worst Liver WurtZ Parts of Me! I am trying to Be KIND! But WP is turning this into a fukkkin STRUGGLE! I MAY AS WELL BE BACK IN IRAQ! LIFE WAS SO MUCH EASIER THEN! WP is Pissin’ Me The FUK OFF! hAVE I failed to MENTION TODAY How MUCH I HATE WP??????

My Girl!

Dedicated

To

That

Bitch

I admire

for

Her

Courage

My Girl!

Cordelia!

I LOVE HER

I use a lot.

A lot of

Profanity

What can I say?

I am a Texan / Sailor

Or a Sailor / Texan

‘Tis my nature.

Never mean to offend.

Perhaps I should mend

My speech a little.

Naw!

Fuck that!

***

From ‘Lear’:

CORDELIA:

“Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty

According to my bond, no more nor less.”

LEAR:

“How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,

Lest you may mar your fortunes.”

“Daddy! Me ”Fortunes’ Goy (Lil Lenny-Jew Humor there–if you don’t catch the ref—you need not be HERE!)

mY fukkin’g ‘fortunes never existed! marred long fukkin’ time ago!” Married some other

ASSHOLE!

NEVER CAUGHT Her NAME!

NOT THAT THAT WOULD MATTER! FUK Her1 FUK HER! FUCK THE WORLD!

STOP! THIS GREYhOUND!

i’M GETTIN’ OFF!

Just for FUCKIN’ FUN

Because

I’m

a

MORON!

Street Cred: Julie Nolke

I FUKKIN’ LOVE HER!

No One Ub=derstns

My

Sins-of-Humor

This makes me

Sad!

Why

Do

I wasste

MY

Finitte

Time?

Castin’

Pearls

At

Swime?

Swim’en”

With

Bow-legg’d

wimmens!

(I really need to be….put down! For The Sake of hUMANITY — OR at LEAST That FRAGILE Future of What Pipe Dreams it fkkin’ harbors for its lame-ass-self…. shit! Ninety-nine and some chge of all creatures who ever walked or swam on this fukkin’ planet have gone xe-fukkin’ stink! You tink Homo-Sapiens are “special? Well a wink ias as good as a nod to a bling fuckin’ horse!

Some

Asshole

Out

in

:”Radio-

Land

Needs

to “Hip”

Me!

Becuz

I am doin’

This

Shit

in

My

tireless

Effort

To

Fucking

“Entertaine

Yer

Dumb

Assesses!

Please

Believer

When

I

say,

I have

Better

shit

I

i Could do

To

Occupy

My

Fucking

MIND

But

I love

to

try

to

brighten

Your day!

In

My

Simp,ly

Way!

I fukkin’

work

REAL FUKKING

HARD

at

IT

goggamn it!

I work real hard for the money!

That money

I need so

desparately

Need

But

would

Never

Ever!

Ask

You

For!

I suppose

All I would love

Is a

Little

Simlple

“Fuckin’ Thank – You”

mAYBE JUST once per year!

What do that cost you?

A fucking

Mouse miss-fire?

It is not my desire to write in a fuckin’ vacuum!

I am here to try to make you laugh!

Spend the time!

Drop a

fukkin’ dime

But….

Honestly!

I don’t

Give a shit

I write for me

The rest of y’all

can

go get

wrecked!

I won’t miss

Y’all!

For

What you

are

Trying


To

Fucking

DO!

I do NOT

Fuck about!

I am

SMART!

i HAVE been

’round

The fuckin’

Whurl!

Three

Fukkin’

Times!

Do

Y’aa

Think

I

Cannot

Better Find

Ways

To

Waste

My

Fukking time?

And my MIND?

BUT I LOVE

MY READERS!

ALL FIVE OF YOU!!!!

Yeah! I know I’m an asshole!

Git over

That!

Or Git away from me!

I aint

lookin’ for your

fukkink’ smyan-me!

Go on!

Be a FUCKING

PHOTOGRAPH!

I’LL Frame you

And

HANG

You

On

My

“I love Me Wall”

Then

Everytime I see

I

See

you

I

will

Laugh

My

Fuckin’

Ass

Off!

Do you honestly

Wish

me

Dead?

Pretty

Sure

I can

fullfill

That

Vain

Fantasy you have!

Fuck all of this!

I AM SO

SICK

OF

LANCE!

HE AIN’T FIT TO LIVE

WITH!

JUST CALL ME

“HUD!”

gODDAMMMMMNIT!

And…..

In

closing

Let

Me

Say

This

About

This!!!!

“It ain’t

Easy

Bein’

Lance”

And that

is

All

I

got

To

say

About

That!

I do realize

I have

Lost

My fukkin’

Mind!

But

I will

Find it

Again

SometimeIt

Was here

Just a minute ago

Could not

Have

Strayed

Far!

Maybe

I

Just

miss-placed

In

My Pocket!

“Insaniity”

is

JUST

A

Scare

Word

For

Cowards!

God-Fuckin-Zilla

Crit Drinker!

I wish I Were Fukkin’ GAY!

(Don’t Worry–GIRLS–I ain’t!)

But I FUKKIN’; LOVE YOU Crit Drinker Man! I fukkin’ LOVE YOU!

MY MAN! YOU NAIL IT EVER’ FUKKIN’ TIME! GODDAMN FUKKIN’ DAMN!

My mind is FUKKIN’ GONE!

I’m REALLY sORRY

kids!

Just joshin’

I AIN’T SORRY

fer

SHIT!

i’M a cunt!

Love

That

‘Bout me!

****

i’LL GET TO THE Vid Creds Once I awake

FROM MY

Coma

‘Cause

I

NEVER

Fail

To

Give

Credit

When

Fukkin’ du du du

And

FU

Dice!

UP-PUP_Fuckin’ Dated! Profane Profanity! (With Special Guest Star Cordelia) I am So Far Away From “Give-a-shit Land” that even If I had Unlimited Access to the Hubble: It would Make as ’bout as Much and Concern to Me as a Cup of Warm Copenhagen Spit! I’d Just FLUSH IT Along with all the Other sUPER-dUPPER superfulious callifragile —-you know rhe resa=a=song—if you have a fucking brain! I am removin’ from MY Knife (and MY LIFe)!

My Girl!

Dedicated

To

That

Bitch

I admire

for

Her

Courage

My Girl!

Cordelia!

I LOVE HER

I use a lot.

A lot of

Profanity

What can I say?

I am a Texan / Sailor

Or a Sailor / Texan

‘Tis my nature.

Never mean to offend.

Perhaps I should mend

My speech a little.

Naw!

Fuck that!

***

From ‘Lear’:

CORDELIA:

“Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty

According to my bond, no more nor less.”

LEAR:

“How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,

Lest you may mar your fortunes.”

“Daddy! Me ”Fortunes’ Goy (Lil Lenny-Jew Humor there–if you don’t catch the ref—you need not be HERE!)

mY fukkin’g ‘fortunes never existed! marred long fukkin’ time ago!” Married some other

ASSHOLE!

NEVER CAUGHT Her NAME!

NOT THAT THAT WOULD MATTER! FUK Her1 FUK HER! FUCK THE WORLD!

STOP! THIS GREYhOUND!

i’M GETTIN’ OFF!

Just for FUCKIN’ FUN

Because

I’m

a

MORON!

Street Cred: Julie Nolke

I FUKKIN’ LOVE HER!

No One Ub=derstns

My

Sins-of-Humor

This makes me

Sad!

Why

Do

I wasste

MY

Finitte

Time?

Castin’

Pearls

At

Swime?

Swim’en”

With

Bow-legg’d

wimmens!

(I really need to be….put down! For The Sake of hUMANITY — OR at LEAST That FRAGILE Future of What Pipe Dreams it fkkin’ harbors for its lame-ass-self…. shit! Ninety-nine and some chge of all creatures who ever walked or swam on this fukkin’ planet have gone xe-fukkin’ stink! You tink Homo-Sapiens are “special? Well a wink ias as good as a nod to a bling fuckin’ horse!

Some

Asshole

Out

in

:”Radio-

Land

Needs

to “Hip”

Me!

Becuz

I am doin’

This

Shit

in

My

tireless

Effort

To

Fucking

“Entertaine

Yer

Dumb

Assesses!

Please

Believer

When

I

say,

I have

Better

shit

I

i Could do

To

Occupy

My

Fucking

MIND

But

I love

to

try

to

brighten

Your day!

In

My

Simp,ly

Way!

I fukkin’

work

REAL FUKKING

HARD

at

IT

goggamn it!

I work real hard for the money!

That money

I need so

desparately

Need

But

would

Never

Ever!

Ask

You

For!

I suppose

All I would love

Is a

Little

Simlple

“Fuckin’ Thank – You”

mAYBE JUST once per year!

What do that cost you?

A fucking

Mouse miss-fire?

It is not my desire to write in a fuckin’ vacuum!

I am here to try to make you laugh!

Spend the time!

Drop a

fukkin’ dime

But….

Honestly!

I don’t

Give a shit

I write for me

The rest of y’all

can

go get

wrecked!

I won’t miss

Y’all!

For

What you

are

Trying


To

Fucking

DO!

I do NOT

Fuck about!

I am

SMART!

i HAVE been

’round

The fuckin’

Whurl!

Three

Fukkin’

Times!

Do

Y’aa

Think

I

Cannot

Better Find

Ways

To

Waste

My

Fukking time?

And my MIND?

BUT I LOVE

MY READERS!

ALL FIVE OF YOU!!!!

Yeah! I know I’m an asshole!

Git over

That!

Or Git away from me!

I aint

lookin’ for your

fukkink’ smyan-me!

Go on!

Be a FUCKING

PHOTOGRAPH!

I’LL Frame you

And

HANG

You

On

My

“I love Me Wall”

Then

Everytime I see

I

See

you

I

will

Laugh

My

Fuckin’

Ass

Off!

Do you honestly

Wish

me

Dead?

Pretty

Sure

I can

fullfill

That

Vain

Fantasy you have!

Fuck all of this!

I AM SO

SICK

OF

LANCE!

HE AIN’T FIT TO LIVE

WITH!

JUST CALL ME

“HUD!”

gODDAMMMMMNIT!

And…..

In

closing

Let

Me

Say

This

About

This!!!!

“It ain’t

Easy

Bein’

Lance”

And that

is

All

I

got

To

say

About

That!

I do realize

I have

Lost

My fukkin’

Mind!

But

I will

Find it

Again

SometimeIt

Was here

Just a minute ago

Could not

Have

Strayed

Far!

Maybe

I

Just

miss-placed

In

My Pocket!

“Insaniity”

is

JUST

A

Scare

Word

For

Cowards!

God-Fuckin-Zilla

Crit Drinker!

I wish I Were Fukkin’ GAY!

(Don’t Worry–GIRLS–I ain’t!)

But I FUKKIN’; LOVE YOU Crit Drinker Man! I fukkin’ LOVE YOU!

MY MAN! YOU NAIL IT EVER’ FUKKIN’ TIME! GODDAMN FUKKIN’ DAMN!

My mind is FUKKIN’ GONE!

I’m REALLY sORRY

kids!

Just joshin’

I AIN’T SORRY

fer

SHIT!

i’M a cunt!

Love

That

‘Bout me!

****

i’LL GET TO THE Vid Creds Once I awake

FROM MY

Coma

‘Cause

I

NEVER

Fail

To

Give

Credit

When

Fukkin’ du du du

And

FU

Dice!

YES! THIS IS A RANT! pLEASE! PLEASE! dO NOT READ, UNLESS YOU WANNA BE DIS-PLEASED! THEN, BY ALL MEANS, BE MY MOTHER-FUCKIN’ GUEST! BUT WATCH YER STEP! THIS SLOPE IS SKIPPERY & SLIPPY-ERY!!! motherFUCK YOU WordPress! I am Cryin’ Over Madelyn. wanted to think about her some more! add some shit to a recent post! But Oh No! Caint bE havin’ that FUCK YOU WP! THERE IS AWWAZE A FUK-U WORK-AROUND! WHO THE FUK YOU THINK U BE FUKKIN’ WID?! HUH???!!! IDIOTs! MORONS! “How Do You Hold A Moonbeam In Your Hand?” FUK YOU WP! IF YOU DID NOT HOLD ALL MY SHIT HOSTAGE I WOULD FUCKING JUST FUJJING KILL YOU AND THEN SPIT ON YER GRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND LMFAO!!!!!!!!!! AS I MADE MY WAY TO AN IRISH PUB TO NOT DRINK A TOAST TO YU! FUCK YOU! YOU ASH=HOLES! HOPE YOU TURN TO ASH ‘FORE I DO! I WON’T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT! ‘THRUST’ ME! (BUT YOU’RE TOO FUKKIN’ STUPID TO REALIZE TH’ JOKE IS ON YOU!!!!!!!! YU MORONS! GO AHEAD! TRY ME! I ALMOST GRA-D-E-ATED FROM ‘TRAINED, LICENZE TO KILL MORON SCREW=YOU SCHOOL! FUKKIN’ TIMES TWO. I HAVE SEEN IT ALL! DO NOT PISS ME OFF ONCE MORE! TRUST ME! I’M FUKKING NUTS! HEY! HEY! NSA! BRING IT! I AM ‘BOUT TO B’COME A DOMESTCATED TERROR MOTHER-FUCKER!–IST! JUST-IST! YEAH! FUCKIN’ JUSTICE! GO AHEAD! PUSH THE RED BUTTON! SEE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS! YOU MAY NOT LIKE IT, BUT WHO KNOWS? YOUR MILEAGE AND BLOOD SPILLAGE… MAY TARRY OR VARY! ASK ME HOW MANY FUCKS I’M GONNA GIVE! I GOTS ME NOTHIN’ LEFT TO LOSE. THIS MAKES ME A VERY DANGEROUS SUMBITCH! DO NOT FUK WID ME! WORD TO ANYONE WHO MAY STILL BE WISE IN YER FUKKIN’ LAME=ASS ORI-FIZE! WHICH I AM QUITE CERTAIN IS OVER-SIZED (AND BLOATED BEYOND REPAIR!)

I still miss her.

“Maria” (And some guy)

Madelyn & Me!

Me & Madelyn!

On-The-Stage!

Stars!

She & Me!

Me & She!

We had to share The Spotlight, but

“The Play”

Was always about

HER

Not Me

As it should be.

*******

She ‘Maria’ to My ‘Cap’n Von Trapp’

“Sound of Music” HS Play: Circa 1975

(Every so often, Script demanded we ‘kiss’—We never did during rehearsals.)

During one rehearsal, when the script DEMANDED a kiss, and RIGHT NOW!

We didn’t. We did not kiss.

Some fellow ‘actor’ shouted, “Hey! Y’all didn’t do the kiss! How are Y’all gonna do a believable kiss on stage if you don’t rehearse?

Madelyn didn’t miss a beat and coolly replied,

“We rehearse our kisses every night.

When we are at home.

Alone.

So don’t worry.”

Opening night, we kissed, not unlike two horny teens. It was painful. (For her. Not for me! I had been waiting for years to kiss her!)

And right before we kissed, live on stage, in front of about three hundred audience, she whispered to me,

“You better not slip me no tongue.”

So… guess what I did?

Yep.

C’est Française, n’est-ce-pas?

She was NOT Amused, but she pulled it off, non·plussed

As if nothing untoward had just happened.

*********

OK. I am sober now. Slept off my drunk.

Easy.

I have Slept Off thousands of drunks in my day.

Got that routine down pat.

Could not sleep off my sorrow over losing my

MY

My Dear Madelyn:

New unchartered waters for me.

Never have I lost a sister.

My heart is broke, but this is not gonna be about me.

Lord knows I write too much about me and my narcissism.

This is about My Sister, My Madelyn.

My intent is to write and write and write about her for the next few days until I run out of virtual ink in my virtual pen.

Some of you out there in ‘Radio Land’ knew her.

If you have any memories to share, now would be the time.

This may come across as ‘sick’ to you, read in the harsh light of present day:

But, if I am being honest with my feelings, I must write them.

Since Madelyn and I were not actually ‘blood relations’ there were more than a few times when we were tempted.

Tempted to be much more than step-brother and step-sister.

There for damn sure was a mutual physical and cerebral attraction.

But… we were ‘mature’ enough, even back then, mature enough to understand that we could not go there, however much we, at times, desperately wanted to.

We wanted to ‘go there.’

Oh My God!

How we wanted to ‘Go There’!

But We didn’t.

It would have been so easy.

We had the entire third floor of Marcom Manor to ourselves.

The parents were often gone for days at a time.

Leaving us to ‘fend’ for ourselves.

For the sake of ‘The Family’… we didn’t.

Go there.

We didn’t go there.

Some small part of me wishes we had.

But if we had, this would be quite a different post than the one I am writing right now.

Over all the years there were so many things I wanted to say to Madelyn, but shit always seemed to get in the way.

Now, my mind is racing with all those words left unsaid.

Never to be said, at least not in this place, this alone place I find me in.

I suppose I can just cast this one out into the ether:

“Madelyn, I love/loved you!”

But she cannot hear me now, can she?

“How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?”

********

This Song very well, and very accurately, describes Madelyn.

She was always a ‘Problem.’

But!

She was SO Fucking charming!

Could NEVER be angry at her.

Never!

Not for a moment!

She could melt / play you with a smile.

(And she knew this power she had)

And trust me Folks,

She wielded it.

With reckless abandon.

(Much to my chagrin at times)

I could never get away with shit.

Madelyn did.

Every day!

Every-Fucking-Time!

**********

I cannot continue this.

At this moment.

But I will come back.

And sooner than later

***********

Gretchen:

“Madelyn had a horse once: a cross between a Shetland pony and a Welsh mare. Now, I really don’t know much about horses and during that time I knew even less, but I really did want to play cowboy, so I decided to make friends with the local “real cowboy” and have him teach me how to ride this animal. I was about twelve going on thirteen at the time.

The problem with this horse was that it was a pet. Madelyn had talked my father into buying it for her not long after she and her mom moved in (I was not yet on the scene; was still living with my grandparents.

I suppose I arrived some months after the horse). Anyway, she soon lost interest in Gretchen (is that a proper horse name?) hence, she (Gretchen) never ever got ridden; (I cannot speak for Madelyn.) This will become important later in my story.”

***

Leroy:

First he was taken by Kim. Kim got bored with him and gave him to my step-sister Madelyn. She thought he was just the coolest thing ever!

For about three days…

His coolness factor having for her it seems, a very short half-life, I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse for her coon: Cash Money. Money’s coolness factor has no half-life. She was only too happy to surrender Leroy to my care for the tidy sum of thirty-five bucks. Quite tidy indeed to an unemployed High School girl in 1974.

********

My heart is broken.

I miss you Madelyn!

You were so much more than my sister.

I was so forever in love

With

You

With You

OK. Now I am Drunk again.

Seems I have come ‘Full-Circle.’

I am gonna stop fucking around with this post and just wallow in my grief.

I miss My Sis