Tuesday, April 10th, 2012, 05:28pm EDT
Greg had 2 missed voicemails. He always turned his phone to silent when he was at work now. He used to have a landline for the company number, but he had it shut off out of financial necessity. Donny had called from his apartment phone earlier in the day, then a few hours later, just before Greg closed his doors.
"Greg? This is Donny. Call me ASAP. Bye." the message revealed. Next message: "This is Donny again. Please call me back soon, it's really important."
Greg did just that. Donny picked put the phone before the first ring had a chance to die off.
"Greg?" Donny asks, out of breath
"Yeah, it's me," Greg responds, "What's going on now?"
"Can you swing by the Y?" Donny asks.
"What? Why?" Greg asks, perturbed, "I've had a really long day, just tell me what's happening already."
"Gus got his blazer towed away." Donny says meekly. Greg emits a long, drawn-out groan.
"I hate to say I told you so, Donny," Greg says, not finishing the rest of the line. Donny ... Read more ...
"Greg? This is Donny. Call me ASAP. Bye." the message revealed. Next message: "This is Donny again. Please call me back soon, it's really important."
Greg did just that. Donny picked put the phone before the first ring had a chance to die off.
"Greg?" Donny asks, out of breath
"Yeah, it's me," Greg responds, "What's going on now?"
"Can you swing by the Y?" Donny asks.
"What? Why?" Greg asks, perturbed, "I've had a really long day, just tell me what's happening already."
"Gus got his blazer towed away." Donny says meekly. Greg emits a long, drawn-out groan.
"I hate to say I told you so, Donny," Greg says, not finishing the rest of the line. Donny ... Read more ...
Monday, April 9th, 2012, 06:10pm EDT
Maynard's the man, he can scream, and whisper
Depending on the tone, he wants to deliver
Maynard knows pain, cuz he was abused
In ways, and in methods, that are taboo
Some would commit, to suicide's grasp
Not Maynard James Keenan, he made it past
Getting by the despair, and through the turmoil
His anger froths up, as it starts to boil
He uses his art, to express his rage
standing outside, the spotlight onstage
He pushes away, the fans and fanatics
We're still drawn in, to Maynard's magic
Danny is the drummer, and he can "Carey" the band
Devastating the drums, with sticks from his hands
The rhythm section, the backbone of the notes
He hammers it home, with symbols and strokes
Adam Jones, has art in his bones
Intriguing artisan, with objects to be shown
He does all the videos, artwork most bizarre
Abstract ideas, also he plays guitar
Justin Chancellor, makes 4 for the team
A bas ... Read more ...
Depending on the tone, he wants to deliver
Maynard knows pain, cuz he was abused
In ways, and in methods, that are taboo
Some would commit, to suicide's grasp
Not Maynard James Keenan, he made it past
Getting by the despair, and through the turmoil
His anger froths up, as it starts to boil
He uses his art, to express his rage
standing outside, the spotlight onstage
He pushes away, the fans and fanatics
We're still drawn in, to Maynard's magic
Danny is the drummer, and he can "Carey" the band
Devastating the drums, with sticks from his hands
The rhythm section, the backbone of the notes
He hammers it home, with symbols and strokes
Adam Jones, has art in his bones
Intriguing artisan, with objects to be shown
He does all the videos, artwork most bizarre
Abstract ideas, also he plays guitar
Justin Chancellor, makes 4 for the team
A bas ... Read more ...
Monday, April 9th, 2012, 12:58am EDT
Once the party was done, Greg helped gather up the chairs, coolers and miscellaneous things. David and Amy bid adieu and drove away in their pickup truck. Julie's outfit was splattered with ketchup and mustard. Drops of the condiments were hardened to a crust on Julie's face. Rebecca wrangled the unruly girl, swabbing her cheeks with wet wipes. Julie struggled fussily until she descended into tears.
"somebody's awfully tired" Greg says, reciting one of the many canned responses available when referring to children, "It was a hot day."
"It sure was," Rebecca agrees, "looks like you got burned a little."
Greg wriggled his cheeks and indeed felt the tightness of dry, reddened skin. Ever the vigilant mother, Rebecca pulls a bottle of aloe vera.
"Close your eyes," Rebecca instructs, with a dab of goo on her finger. She slathers his forehead and cheeks lavishly with the gunk. Greg felt lucky to have a mellow gal to take care of him once more. She had fed him today, kept him company, and was ... Read more ...
"somebody's awfully tired" Greg says, reciting one of the many canned responses available when referring to children, "It was a hot day."
"It sure was," Rebecca agrees, "looks like you got burned a little."
Greg wriggled his cheeks and indeed felt the tightness of dry, reddened skin. Ever the vigilant mother, Rebecca pulls a bottle of aloe vera.
"Close your eyes," Rebecca instructs, with a dab of goo on her finger. She slathers his forehead and cheeks lavishly with the gunk. Greg felt lucky to have a mellow gal to take care of him once more. She had fed him today, kept him company, and was ... Read more ...
Sunday, April 8th, 2012, 02:47am EDT
The syllables are 5, 7, 5 and it also rhymes. It should also be read as one long sentence. The punctuation is required to give a sense of pause and flow. It's hard to do. I think I'll try to write some more Haiku poems.
Perfect symmetry
and grace, made up her skin, limbs,
and also her face.
Perfect symmetry
and grace, made up her skin, limbs,
and also her face.
Saturday, April 7th, 2012, 03:21pm EDT
NOTE: This is after Greg's and rebecca's date. This goes with part 49. I wrote this after I already posted the entry. It struck me as funny so I wanted you readers to see it. I promise there will be a final draft here once I am finished.
Donny walked in with a sour attitude. He was wearing a third outfit that Greg did not recognize. Having three pairs of clothes meant Donny was a little better off. Greg greeted Donny, but received at first only a low noise as an acknowledgment.
Then, Donny did an honest to goodness double take, first looking at Greg, then snapping his head back a second time. A look of apprehension was on Donny's face.
"What's wrong with your gunshot wound?" Donny asks, with mounting concern.
Greg is baffled.
"Whattya mean?" Greg asks, mirroring Donny's disturbed demeanor.
"Is your neck infected?" Donny asks, getting closer, his mouth open and nostrils flared in a mix of disgust and fascination, "It's all black and purple."
Greg's tenseness ... Read more ...
Donny walked in with a sour attitude. He was wearing a third outfit that Greg did not recognize. Having three pairs of clothes meant Donny was a little better off. Greg greeted Donny, but received at first only a low noise as an acknowledgment.
Then, Donny did an honest to goodness double take, first looking at Greg, then snapping his head back a second time. A look of apprehension was on Donny's face.
"What's wrong with your gunshot wound?" Donny asks, with mounting concern.
Greg is baffled.
"Whattya mean?" Greg asks, mirroring Donny's disturbed demeanor.
"Is your neck infected?" Donny asks, getting closer, his mouth open and nostrils flared in a mix of disgust and fascination, "It's all black and purple."
Greg's tenseness ... Read more ...
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