I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
He sits on the gray steps, stewing in his own psychotic filth. He wraps his arm around a headless teddy bear full of bedbugs. His gums smack, unimpeded by teeth that rotted years ago. The beggar spies a father and his little girl approaching. He sees the girl look over and commences with his plea, ‘Sir, can you please hep me out? Little girl, you wanna see a teddy bear?’ The father mouths, ‘Sorry’, to which the delinquent counters, ‘You no good crackers. I hope her head gets torn off like this here bear’s, little bitch.’ His rant devolves into gibberish as the girl steals a glance at the decapitated bear.
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