OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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Millions of Screaming Yahoos, part 7
Originally posted May 14, 2004
Continued from part 6
NOTE: Not much funny in this one. It's a sad tale of misery,
failure, and degeneracy...but it describes accurately the flavor
of the environment in which I landed.
Image: Twenty past midnight. A vast, empty parking lot, an
ocean of dark concrete. On the edge of this ocean is a piece of
human debris, sitting on the curb, sobbing. No other noise is
heard, and the crying of the walking wounded seems to echo in
your head.
I walked up to Cheryl, sighed, and told her to get into the jeep.
For the whole ride home, she sat silently in the passenger seat,
as I drove the ancient Wrangler down highway 47.
I was so lost in thought, as we walked up the drive that I forgot
something crucial. I opened the front door, and there was
Bowser. Crap. He dashed forward, toward Cheryl...I grabbed at
him, and missed.
I winced...but no worries. Bowser took a good sniff, and
proceeded to go all mushy, as Cheryl rubbed his ears.
"THIS doesn't bode well", I thought.
I set Cheryl up in the guest room, and tried to ignore the sound
of her crying herself to sleep.
So, today, I had the pleasure of meeting ANOTHER yahoo,
when I drove Cheryl over to her parents' house to pick up her
things.
or kill me