...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
...on beatings
the bastard got laid out this weekend.
everyone is one fucking handwash,
one shared drink,
one diaper change,
away from a weekend of sickness.
and that was the beating I took this weekend.
that my family took this weekend.
at some point, my ladyfriend, on day behind me on the gastroenteritis highway asked me when she'll feel better.
I told her now. and she didn't know why she could walk upright like I did yesterday.
I told her it's because the bastard can take a beating.
—the bastard
Labels:
illness,
on being a bastard,
on being trucked
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