Living Rent Free Your Head
The first of the month, I approached the room at the end of the hall. God knows what to expect. He’s been here half a year thus far. I gave him a decent amount of leeway, considering his less-than-cordial dismissal from his girlfriend’s apartment and his unemployable eccentricities. Though, I had to collect. I couldn’t carry anybody’s ( Read more... )
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I couldn't stop laughing through much of this.
This part put me in stitches: 'He looked at me like I just took his last stick of bubble gum, put it in my mouth, blew a bubble, then stabbed him. “But, I was thinking that this could be my payment, you know. Earn my keep through my verse."'
I didn't think it could get much better, and then well, this happened. '“Yeah, um,…, well thanks for that offer, man, but I don’t think our landlord cares about poetry as much as…, you know, money."'
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Bravo. Just, bravo--
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I'm perhaps getting a sense of why his girlfriend evicted him. AND why he was perpetually unemployed. :O
“PHWUUUMP THANNNGGG!!”
This made me smile, though, because I know that sound, and yes-- it is exactly this!
Um... I need to hear the story about the randomly exploding animal. Unless it was shot by a sniper or something, that sounds akin to the problem of self-combusting drummers ala "Spinal Tap."
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