"My notes from the emotional minefield" pt.8

26.10.10

on..." The freak show
and it's passing thru the
Valley of the Shadow of Death " Pt.50
" Death considers his response, Little Roy Earl
speaks, Meirdina questions...

" I've thought it thru and...I am willing to forgive myself..."
said a " humble " Death into the mirror, practicing for the call
he would make this evening to Jesus. He was surprised
at his lack of words....
" That's what you've come up with ?.
That's what your gonna sell the brother ? "...asked a small Meirdina,
from beneath the sofa. " I was an evil friend. A non- friend.
I let you sit in that van... 10 days I was drunk and stupid..."
continued Death into the mirror...
" and loud, rude, outta control yet, funny as hell...! JAJAJA ",
again from beneath the sofa. Death grimaced. What had he
been thinking bringing this little weird and opinionated
dog to LA... " NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE..."
Death was about to explode...when a throat clearing broke the rage.
" aaag-uhhum-mmmm ", from behind the NY Times,
coughed a smooth little Roy Earl sitting
in the comfy chair in the corner
"... mind the blood pressure there
Death..." said little Roy Earl...and Death said
" I don't have blood pressure and this little dog is outta here !!!! "
reaching under the sofa, grabbing the collar dragging the
10,000 year old poodle out into the light...
Meirdina was terrified....
Little Roy Earl put down his paper...

Death definitely needed a drink.

to be continued....

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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