Red . . . Purple . . . Yellow . . . Pink?
Yes. Pink. It is.
The pinkest of pink. The pink of the twirling
ballerinas with the tight pink tights and the
light blue bonnets bouncing merrily as the ballerinas
twirl. Twirl into the distance. Twirl into the
yellow sunset with the purple mountains that crown
it sitting just five feet out of permanent reach.
Twirl into the land where Zebras and Bananas
walk hand in hand and eat an occasional breakfast
of peach once in a decade. Now twirling back.
Twirling back transformed. Ignited happy faces
changed to something that would only occur
inside of a refrigerator, with noses shaped like
car axles and wyws like liquid soap dispensers
they come. In the darkest of grayness they
approach with butcher knivesthat gleam as only
mylar bags. Kinves that will cut as only
shark teeth can. Twirling back to get…
“…song was the latest from the Pet Shop Boys.
Worried about graduation?! Don’t be! At w-click-”
“Come on Jim, out of bed!”
“Shut up! Tryin’ to get some sleep!”
“School’s in half an hour Jim! Now I order you out of this bed right now!”
“You don’t order me to do nuthin’.”
“We’ll see what your father thinks of this Jim!”
“Go ahead. Tell the old man. See if I care.”
-As you the reader can see, Jim is not a very nice boy, especially when it comes to getting up in the morning. Well, today is going to be a big surprise for Jim. Something is going to happen that will change his life F O R E V E R…literally. So turn the page and…
E N J O Y!-
“Jim! Don’t forget your lunch!”
“Jim! Come right home after school!”
“Jim! Close the door!”
“Why do I always get treated like a baby?
How come they never treat me like an adult?
BECAUSE YOU ARE A BABY JIM.
Shut up! I wasn’t thinkin’ to you!”
“Is he okay?”
“I don’t know. We can only hope.”
buhm buhm…buhm buhm…buhm buhm…buhm buhm…buhm-
-And thus our sad tale of little Jim ends…
and remember, don’t forget to turn off your headlights.-