Like Shedlarz in High School. Bobby Shedlarz. A known asshole. 1, Sticks to me like burr nonstop talking, talking, talking, saying what? a movie, a garter snake, a mumbled nothing, bossy, something itches, a dream he had, how nobody likes him, how he wishes he had, how he can’t sleep how he’s planing to do he’s planning to make the details are important how he’ll never have sex with Judy Koplawitz, above his pay grade, how stupid everyone is how he wishes he were dead Kill! Kill! Kill? Never shuts up. Sometimes Shedlarz would mutter a song the same song and the same song and the same song and, like endlessly toppling dominoes. Once he had a great idea, he tells me every day and bestrode the world like a colossus, smug as a royal straight flush. That was Shedlarz, There was no getting rid of him. 2. When Shedlarz met his like there was hell to pay. That time you and I were discussing our favorite Chinese dishes, Kung Pau Chicken, Shrimp Dumplings, and how we felt inside, our brains in another room vying for the keyhole, laughing at our little lies, and warming up to embarrassing plain sight our invisible ink. Then they got into a fight yelling and screaming pinching and biting, and pulling each other’s hair. Softhearted you scolded yours in your arms. Desperate I fled through the night in the wind and rain, Shedlarz racing to catch up.
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