scooters

he did alot of things he never thought he'd ever do, just to survive, just to get by. since his world fell apart in the early 1980's he'd been wandering from place to place, doing anything to make a few bucks so he'd have just a little, just enough money to contribute to he and his friends late night get togethers. at times the late night get togethers might start at noon the day before. he wasn't very handsome but he seemed to have friends and relatives all over the united states, and even a few as far away as singapore but he'd never been there. with the money he would earn doing these jobs that no one else in there right mind would do he'd hitch-hike to and from the job, the license bureau took his license,"the cost of gas was unaffordable anyway," he would sleep usually at a friends sometimes at relatives, sometimes wherever, and in the winter when the cold was unbearable he'd head south. he new he was getting to old for this life style but the pain kept him moving. it had been nearly thirty years of his life, living like this when he broke down and bought a used rideing lawn mower. he drove that lawn mower practicully everywhere, and it had driven him even beyond the state line, he babied his lawn mower and established a lawn mowing route to earn a little money. he realized cutting grass would never make him rich but it was a way to earn money,"being homeless." later he bought a trailer he could pull behind his trailer and with some modifications he had a bed to sleep in. he still visited his friends and relatives,"he would cut alot of there lawns," but he'd spend the majority of his earnings on fruit, any fruit he could get his hands on. he especially liked when his uncle came back from singapore, he'd aways smuggle a durian fruit or two to calm his cravings. although his uncle was rarely around so he'd have to be satisfied with apples, pears,oranges,bananas or any other fruit he could lay his hands on, but he learned to love durian fruit although because of it's horrible smell he often had to eat it outside, and only on windy days so as not to offend passers by, but that suited him fine because he was homeless.

corn fed

she was a big gal, enormous, but what lovely handwritting. she was also a champion, last year she won a pie eatting contest at the county fair, it made no difference that all the other contestants left when they noticed she would be there. so she was well known as a champion pie eater, excellent handwritting skills, and there's one more thing, now what was it, oh! she could dance, really cut a rug as someone said, i have no idea where she learned to dance but she could, and it didn't matter which or what kind of dance she seemed to instinctively no them all, a natural, with beautiful handwritting, enormous, and a average complexsion, she did look better in the dark.

hot pants

i'm really not sure if she still lives there or not but across the street from my grandmother there's a woman grandma used to call hot pants, possibly because of all her late night activities. i was always amused by grandma looking out the window like any self righteous nosey neighbor, and grandpa would always have something witty to say. hot pants,"at least in the 1980's, was a foxy looking woman," i'm really not that sure if she was all that foxy since i only saw her from hundreds of feet away,"probably in her late 30's to early 40's with several children and a limp-wristed husband,"she had a daughter who was in high school with a child of her own, grandma referred to her as" hot pants jr." i can still see hot pants digging through her wardrobe which she carried in the trunk of her car, trying to find an outfit to go with a particular purse she happened to be carrying that day. i think grandma once told me hot pants had a night job making her catting around allot more inconspicuous, in any case being judgemental probably wasn't cool but there was a guy in my high school class that went out with hot pants and he told me it wasn't worth it, something about she had both male and female organs, sort of makes me ill just thinking about it. but grandma died in 2001 just after terrorists crashed into the world trade center, i don't really know if hot pants had anything to do with that but who knows?

rotten kitties

under the porch in the hummid summer, if they smell much worse we won't be able to keep down dinner, those rotten kitties, rotten kitties,rotten kitties, hey, rotten kitties, rotten kitties, purrrr-r-r

teen

i can still remember when i was young, even though it's been several weeks ago. i was experimenting with everything and anything out of curiousity i guess? maybe i just wasn't all that bright. i have a daughter who has just become a dreaded teenager, and she seems to have alot more common sense than i had at her age so here's hopeing, i know i'll be keeping my fingers crossed.