We'll Take A Cup Of Kindess Yet...
New Year’s Resolutions?
Don’t take off like that again.
So it occurred to me back after the disaster that I’d quite like to take a little journey. Now we all know Jack’s too broke to afford a ticket anywhere, that he’s brilliant enough to survive off on his own for weeks at a time and that trainyards always present themselves as an alluring prospect to bored teenagers who like to bend the law.
Starting to get the picture are you?
Unfortunately for Jack, its not nearly so easy to hop a freight train as it used to be back when all sorts of famous hoboes and illustrious bums were doing it, and those little granola bars don’t really stay fresh too long. Plus the chocolate ones get all melty and its hard to disguise the fact you’ve been somewhere when you’re leaving streaky bits all over the walls, you know?
Well maybe not. I don’t think anyone reading this has necessarily gone around trying to hide messy silver and green wrappers smeared with chocolate chip coated crumbs. Avoiding sitting on your water bottles? Maybe some of you’ve done that, I can’t really say, not knowing any of you all that well offhand.
Next in the order of problems was the fact that Sister Flora just happened to call up the school, wanting to report some family news or other and when they couldn’t find me, apparently all hell broke loose at home, though at least they kept it from spreading around the school. This hell all breaking loose didn’t much help when the cops caught up to me somewhere outside of Memphis, dragged me back down to Oakland where they tried to impose some kind of delinquency charges and it’s only by the skin of my teeth I’ve come through it and gotten back into Eupheme just in time for next Semester. (I think Home Ec’s a punishment for this)
Here’s where I say how it was very wrong of me to run away from school and tell the Dean just how sorry I am to have caused so much trouble and to say it with a straight face while actually looking all cute and innocent. Can I do cute and innocent? I probably should start pretending shouldn’t I?
Give me an hour or so. Jack’ll get it right.
Don’t take off like that again.
So it occurred to me back after the disaster that I’d quite like to take a little journey. Now we all know Jack’s too broke to afford a ticket anywhere, that he’s brilliant enough to survive off on his own for weeks at a time and that trainyards always present themselves as an alluring prospect to bored teenagers who like to bend the law.
Starting to get the picture are you?
Unfortunately for Jack, its not nearly so easy to hop a freight train as it used to be back when all sorts of famous hoboes and illustrious bums were doing it, and those little granola bars don’t really stay fresh too long. Plus the chocolate ones get all melty and its hard to disguise the fact you’ve been somewhere when you’re leaving streaky bits all over the walls, you know?
Well maybe not. I don’t think anyone reading this has necessarily gone around trying to hide messy silver and green wrappers smeared with chocolate chip coated crumbs. Avoiding sitting on your water bottles? Maybe some of you’ve done that, I can’t really say, not knowing any of you all that well offhand.
Next in the order of problems was the fact that Sister Flora just happened to call up the school, wanting to report some family news or other and when they couldn’t find me, apparently all hell broke loose at home, though at least they kept it from spreading around the school. This hell all breaking loose didn’t much help when the cops caught up to me somewhere outside of Memphis, dragged me back down to Oakland where they tried to impose some kind of delinquency charges and it’s only by the skin of my teeth I’ve come through it and gotten back into Eupheme just in time for next Semester. (I think Home Ec’s a punishment for this)
Here’s where I say how it was very wrong of me to run away from school and tell the Dean just how sorry I am to have caused so much trouble and to say it with a straight face while actually looking all cute and innocent. Can I do cute and innocent? I probably should start pretending shouldn’t I?
Give me an hour or so. Jack’ll get it right.