A True Story
An eagle was brought into the store to promote this new lotion called "Eagle Lotion" and things just went haywire from there. Becky got her hand bitten by the eagle and then her ear and then it was hard to find the medicine because of the commotion with the loose eagle and her screaming. There was just too much distracting energy in the room when we should have been helping staunch the flow of blood from Becky's ear and hand.
So, even though I am known as "Can Do Dude," I split the scene and stood out in front of the store with a guy that smokes. "You make your words, your bed, your life." he said. "And then she follows you to the pool for facts." That's some fucked up shit.
Becky's okay, she was almost scabbed up by the time help came. Are you all you aimed for relief?
So, even though I am known as "Can Do Dude," I split the scene and stood out in front of the store with a guy that smokes. "You make your words, your bed, your life." he said. "And then she follows you to the pool for facts." That's some fucked up shit.
Becky's okay, she was almost scabbed up by the time help came. Are you all you aimed for relief?
1 Comments:
I had a nightmare about an eagle attacking me in my bed last night -Thanks to you, Uncle T. That's some powerful poetry.
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