Sooooo I wouldn't tell Lech and Jesse that it was a shame they weren't in South Jersey at any time, but if I would, it would be tomorrow night, when the Beach Theatre shows none other but
Here is a strange moment: My uncle and I got high in the garage late one night and began watching the television. I was extremely high. My aunt and uncle were the only ones left awake and they both began talking to me. Somewhere along the line I realized that they weren’t actually talking to me at all, but rather using me to volley their insults off of. They were playing handball, and I was the wall. And throughout the argument they threw in “I like lech” “I love lech” “I think Lech should stay with us forever. We will fix up a room just the way you want.” My body began to convulse after the first half hour. My aunt fixes me a drink, ignoring my pleas that she do nothing of the sort. “Maybe you two can stay up together, I know he (my uncle) will probably be up all night drinking.” My uncle begins to crank the volume of his huge screen tv over the voice of my aunt, the volume of which also increases. She hands me the drink. “At least you don’t beat me when your drunk Lech.” “Oh, good Karen, what are you saying I beat you
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