Someone came to my site searching for Nance. She is now at http://www.nebshit.com/
As for the person who came to my sight searching for little boy, peeing, spanking. I don’t think I can help you. Today. But maybe something funny might come out of it in the future.
Currently finishing Magical Thinking .
Next up, Out of Africa.
Today I got to school 25 minutes early to pick up Polly. I thought I’d sit at one of the picnic tables, enjoy my green tea frappuccino and read my book, after balancing my checkbook first. I have to balance my checkbook every time I use my debit card or write a check otherwise I get all screwed up.
The green tea frappuccino was really good at first, but then I felt sick after I drank the first third of it. I could then only hope that it contained a lot of caffeine. Hey, I just looked them up and found this “Health link: Green tea generally has about half the caffeine of coffee and is full of antioxidants – chemicals that prevent cell damage.
Studies have suggested that it might lower the risks of cancer, heart disease, stroke, emphysema and other ailments.” This makes it a great drink to have with a smoke.
I added that last part.
So anyway, I was sitting down and as I looked around the park I noticed all of homeless people curled up in the grass, their heads resting on backpacks and rolled up sweatshirts. I started to feel nervous, is this a safe place for Polly to play on recess? Jesus Christ, is this some sort of universal homeless person nap time, sort of like the pot smokers and their 4:20?
The bell rang and I made my way to the sign that we meet by everyday. All of the curled up and stretched out lounging bodies scratched, stretched and rose and it occurred to me, “These are the parents!” They nap in the park waiting for the bell to ring so they can pick up Rainbow, Meadow and Miracle. I knew this was an artsy type of school when I signed Polly up for it, but it wasn’t something that worried me. Their standardized test scores are very high and they have a very good reputation. And their parents are well rested, apparently. Maybe midway through the year I can get over my sick feeling and lie in the grass where animals pee and poop and people walk and…Nope, not gonna happen.
As I made my way to our meeting place I remembered the year my mom had to send me to a school similar to this, but to the extreme, where I had classes such as Role Playing, Dream Analysis, Sexual Health, Personal Growth etc. She had no choice but to send me there because I was expelled from the all girls catholic academy I had been attending and no one wanted me, but them. On my first day of school I was sitting in the park during lunch break smoking a cigarette and this man walked over to me and said, “Do you smoke?” Of course I smoked so I handed him a cigarette and he waved it away. “I’m not talking about that shit, that shit’ll kill ya. You wanna buy some weed?” So I did. I bought an 1/8. Anyway, I walked into the school after the bell rang and found my Math class. There at the chalkboard was the man I’d just bought an 1/8 of pot from writing today’s lessons on the chalkboard. I guess it makes sense. To be a drug dealer you have to have a good grasp of the metric system and also a good head for finances.
When I picked up Polly I looked at her eyes and sniffed her shirt but I’m guessing she’s still sober.