Wednesday, November 16, 2005

 

teevee buzzes in the back room, and smoke gets in yer eyes is on the radio in the kitchen. cards on the table remind me of a 3rd grade kick in the groin that i got in gym class. it was the most pain i'd ever felt, and prolly the most i've felt since. steal the bacon was in full effect and i ran fast to center court, where the bacon resides.

my screeching squeaking sneakers stopped me quick at the base of the pin, this bacon to be stolen. a bowling pin, and nothing like bacon at all nor anything piglike for that matter, sat at center ourt of the school gymnasium, and at either side of said hall were two lines of students. Each student was given a number. when a number was called, "number nine!" well, number nine from either end of the hall would race to the bacon and attempt to grab it and race it back into the endzone being protected from whence you had just arrived from.
Big, Bonnie Brown, the meanest and most mature of fifth graders was to be my nemesis, or she who would take bacon in my stead, thus a loss to me which I was not prepared to concede.... no.

posted by Hog 10:52 PM