Originally posted by [ DUBBZZ ]
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"Dear fellas,
I can't believe how fast I ran through bumming everybody. I saw a bum once when I was a kid, but in here they were everywhere. I went and got myself in a big damn hurry. REED got me paroled in to a halfway house for convicted sex offenders called 'The Bumery' and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. Jose must have got paroled too, because that fat **** is in here everyday buying up everything on the shelves. It's hard work, and I try to keep up, but my taddywhacker hurts most of the time on account of all the bumming I did on the inside.
Sometimes, after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Rockin' might show up and get KTFO'd, but he never does. I hope wherever he is he's doing okay and finishing up that stupid ****ing board game of his. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have bad dreams like I'm getting bummed. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me back home with you ****s. I could shoot Jose's fat ass while I was at it too, sorta like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. On top of that REED checks in on me every day. He always brings a portfolio of home renovation pictures with him too. He's like a wigger Bob Vila.
I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old bummer like me. P.S. : Tell BostonGuy I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings.
- Anorak.
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