4-3-2-1=CREDITLINE

4 brothers is Gang of Four
3 brothers Gang of Three
2 brothers is Blood in the water
1 brother is CREDITLINE

Great day for a Funeral

Thats me. I sure was cute wasn't I? I was so cute, everyone said it. It got pretty annoying but I don't hold that against them though.....I was a good kid for the most part, I didn't cry much or talk much for that matter, which led my mother to believe I was sick or half mute or something. Thats why I was taken to visit the doctor often until he told her this was a normal thing for some children, some kids just want to be quiet. I did all the normal things kids do, but much to my mother's dismay I grew out of that phase pretty quickly.

I went to school and did pretty well. I wouldn't say I did great because I never pursued anything past a few semesters in college, but that doesn't mean I didn't like to learn, but to me school was a form of rote learning and I wanted to learn by doing. Yeah I was more interested in partying sure, what twenty year old didn't? I met Maria while partying. I called her Marie instead of Maria from the start cause I was a little inebriated, which she hated, but she allowed me to call her that anyway. To this day I still don't know why she would let me. Anyway, we met at one of those parties. We met thru a mutual friend at the break of dawn at Pikers Cliff, which used to be a makeout area of the time, now its a goddamn apartment complex or something. We eventually hooked up and made ourselves a couple. Later that year is when we decided we'd make the setting permanent. We got married that October, and from then on tried to live a normal life. As normal as two grown babies could make it. She decided she wanted to be a teacher and I a columnist for the daily paper. I didn't love my job but it paid the bills and put a roof over our heads. Plus it gave me time to be quiet.

About ten years ago, Marie got sick. Not the sickness that you get better from eventually though. It was two years of her fighting like hell while the doctors kept running tests and not coming up with any answers. I don't think I've ever recovered fully from losing her. I was never close to anyone, not even my own family except maybe my younger sister...but Marie came the closest to understanding me though I never told her anything, especially my feelings. I never told her anything, but I think she knew and understood.

I don't know what it is about today, this day of all days, but I woke up and couldn't lift my body out of bed as hard as I tried. I'm in some pain. You'd think I'd be scared but I'm not though....I did start to have these problems rather recently. Last year I started waking up in the mornings and started to cough up blood. Not everyday but every once in a while. I haven't smoked for years now so I don't know what the problem is. I had a heart attack 6 months ago too. Its the pains of growing old. So I'm stuck here in this deathbed. Sure I could yell for help, but if its my time its my time. Its OK. I'll take this hand I've been dealt. I can lay here and just think about the good times that went with the bad times. Most of the time was just filler though now that I see it in retrospect.

Werd-Plei

If you like the Far Side by Gary Larson then Werd-Plei is right up your alley.
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Close up of red eyed stoner. "This is good pot."
Camera moves out to pots and pans that are being washed.

typing away at a keyboard.
Ahhh a mouse! standing on computer chair staring at input device.

A girlfriend or mom type bitches at someone not seen ending with "You're always screwing up".
Cut to a boy screwing in a screw upwards into a piece of wood.

Beat around the bush


Shooting the breeze.