Sarcasm by the teaspoon, tablespoon, and shotglass. Social Engineering through words, tainted truth, sarcasm, chaos and cacophony. A pandemonium of pandering, pondering and parading of thoughts and ideas. A soapbox pulpit. Pull up a chair and stare at the orange glare. literary review, books, Rants, cooking, stupid dead people, child raising, bad product rants-- Stay tuned for more
Monday, September 26, 2005
The bench-
I watch the man on the park bench sleep, It takes 5 long minutes for the cigarette to fall from his fingers. It takes 30 seconds for his mind to register the burning on his chest. It was worth the wait.
In college back in the very early 70's I worked on a suicide hot line. One night a guy called and told me he had taken seconal sleeping pills and pcp horse tranquilizers. I told this to my supervisor who called the police, and when the guy passed out, I was taken in a squad car (as the complaining witness or something) to break into his apartment (the landlord had a key, so I didn't get to kick in the door).
We walked in on him passed out with a cigarette burned all the way down between his fingers. The cop woke him, and pointed this out to the guy, who looked at it blearily and muttered, "well, shiiiit." He then brushed the ashes off on his jeans, and some of the cooked flesh fell off as well, I could see some bone in there. The guy looked at his finger in bleary disbelief and muttered, "well, fuuuuuck."
2 comments:
HA HA HA! I'm sorry, I know it's mean to laugh, but it was funny, the way you told it.
In college back in the very early 70's I worked on a suicide hot line. One night a guy called and told me he had taken seconal sleeping pills and pcp horse tranquilizers. I told this to my supervisor who called the police, and when the guy passed out, I was taken in a squad car (as the complaining witness or something) to break into his apartment (the landlord had a key, so I didn't get to kick in the door).
We walked in on him passed out with a cigarette burned all the way down between his fingers. The cop woke him, and pointed this out to the guy, who looked at it blearily and muttered, "well, shiiiit." He then brushed the ashes off on his jeans, and some of the cooked flesh fell off as well, I could see some bone in there. The guy looked at his finger in bleary disbelief and muttered, "well, fuuuuuck."
Post a Comment