Runnaway Kid - the story
This is an almost true story about a little kid.
Today, I walked around in my city because of an unknown reason. But whatever, I was just walking, until I came across a friend of mine called Fucky. Nope, his name doesn't have anything to do with what you might think, this guy never gets laid. Anyway, I needed to get back to my place because I had to take a shit. I invited him in, but he refused. I asked him why and he replied that there was a little kid sitting on the corner where we stood, that might have been four years old maximum, and the mom went inside a house. Fucky, the friendly junky, thought that it's morally wrong to leave this little, fragile, and sweet child unattended. No problem with me and I told him I would be back within ten minutes because I was ready to explode. The pressure within me was too big to keep the shit waiting.
When I came back, the little kid was gone. But Fucky was still there. First I thought he ate it, but then I thought the mom took it with her. But ... I was wrong. Fucky said the kid ran off, and he wouldn't stop it because it was chasing a six-pack carried by an old drunk man. At least he thought it was a man, it could have been an unshaved woman too. We can never know for sure, that's just one of the many mysteries of life. But now, about six hours later, we still don't know what has happened to the poor kid. Fucky's theory is that it was raped by a werewolf, a stoned one. A werewolf who doesn't get enough out of regular sex with beating and killing. Nooo ... it needs to take viagra now and rape little kids (including the beating and killing).
But that theory can be wrong. Fucky's still a junky.
Straight to the point: we don't
know what we did wrong. I blame Fucky.
(started 08-09-05)
(last updated 08-09-05)
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