10 Eyed Creatures
So I am sitting here today, thinking back on 2007 and I realize I need a very strong horse tranquillizer to just think back on the year’s events. What really gets me though is that once again, I am broke but I make shit loads of money. I don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t do drugs and don’t gamble. What I do have is My Mother (She is the hole in my savings Barrel). Enough said. So today, I went to the store to buy tea bags cause I was out, and I realized I picked up cereal instead. After standing in a long line, I remembered that I needed tea so I went back to get the damn tea. I got back to the self check out line and realized that I was 11 cents short. 11 cents short, that should be my new nick name, if I was a rapper that would be my name. Here comes a new beat from 11 cents short. So I did what any decent broke person would do, I went and got a smaller size cereal box and got into the line for the 3rd damn time.
What was interesting was this woman in line in front of me the first time I got in the line up. She had on a pair of pants that I am very sure were banned in the Eastern hemisphere. She was no small woman, the pants were tapered beyond comprehension and droopy in the bottom region. It was the color that made me envy the ones who are color blind. Florescent Green after 700 washes and the occasional dye mixing later, made me think of Peptobismol mixed with green shit. Very scary to think that people can put something like that on and walk out of their home as though they didn’t commit a crime so hideous. Her pants would make MC Hammer weep with jealousy, imagine how much better his dance would have been if he could get his pants to be as tapered as hers.
I was mesmerized by her choice of clothing and driven into a deep trance. I was pulled into a world where pinkish green shit was floating everywhere and big buffont hair is the norm. I saw little floating 10 eyed creatures staring back at me, wanting to communicate but they have no mouths to speak through. I can hear “Can’t touch this” in the background as my little 10 eyed friends did the Hammer dance. Is there No end to this madness?
S.O.S for the love of God

Hey! I thought I was looking hot!
Happy 2008! May it bring you magazines of the latest fashion, opportunities to spend your own hard earned salary, and laughter too.
You was, You was…I swear.
Latest fashion as in shoes right, Nike to be exact? Amen to that salary bit, laughter is my default position. Thank you my dear. Happy New Year.