Occasionally, I'll have to bore whomever reads this blog with a memory. The first one that comes to mind, took place my freshman year of high school. My close friend, M, was one of our neighbors. She lived in the house behind ours. I was always terrified of our back alley at night. Knowing that some dog or, worse, some bad boogieman would be lurking in the shadows just waiting to kill me dead. So, just like any other night, I raced home across the alley and just as I had crossed the alley into my backyard....FLEW through the air because I had forgotten about the pile of sticks my mom had placed by our garage...and landed on my face...no, slid across the yard on my face. Needless to say, the next day I had a huge "strawberry" on the right side of my face, prompting several school mates to ask what happened. Then upon hearing what happened, felt the need to tell me what I already knew...that I was a dumbass.
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BAHWHAAAA HAHAHAHA! I love it! I was running with you, and alla sudden, you weren't beside me anymore. I was like WTF? Where'd she go?? The Evil Alley really DID eat her?!?!? OMG, is it gonna eat me next?!?! And then, faintly, from the shadows of the ground, I hear "huuuufffff. Oh, yeah, mom put those branches here..." And then, louder "I'm OK, I meant to do that!" After this point, the memory gets cloudy, but I want to remeber that I lovingly helped you up and helped you to the house and helped get your owies fixed. But, I think I was laughing too hard to do that...
ReplyDeleteyeah, that's the sign of a true friend...laughing your ass off while i'm bleeding and hobbling *L*
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