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When purple things are pulsating on your mind, I'm the one whose clock you want to clean. Aiding is Sparky, the Astral Plane Zen Pup Dog from his mountain stronghold on the Northernmost Island of the Happy Ninja Island chain, this blog will also act as a journal to my wacky antics at an entertainment company and the progress of my self published comic book, The Deposit Man which only appears when I damn well feel like it. Real Soon Now.

Friday, June 06, 2003

FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK June 6, 2003

Picking up of where I left off on Tuesday's entry-

Both my aunts back in the mid-seventies owned Volkswagon Beetles ( and they sure lasted a long time- when I went to move in with my aunt Peggy- oops, I mean Aunt Megan-- she had her name changed legally- back in '85, that bug was still chugging along). However, those doors and windows are not securely equipped to handle 250 pounds of hulking beer inebriated muscle. My aunt Megan ran in fear of her life because the ROGER had snapped again. If you did agree with his logic of worldly events, he would usually try to make you understand by lingering intimidation or he was going to beat it into you. His fists usually won the debate. So out the patio window, I could see, and not only could I see, but several kids I hung out with in the apartment complex could see the whole episode on a hilltop looking down our parking lot my crazed out stepfather chasing my aunt around her volkswagons. My aunt finally reached her driver side of the car and rolled up the windows as the ROGER pounded his fists on the windows and had busted the window. My aunt had a unfinished KFC chicken dinner lying on the passenger seat of the car and she took it and flung it with all her might at the ROGER . And it was a good throw too, as she was into mountainclimbing at the time and I'm sure she had put a lot of weight behind it. It had connected with the ROGER's mean scowl, hard enough to make him flinch and release the steering wheel so that she could floor it.She sped so fast that the wheels screeched and spun on the pavement.

But this episode is still far from over. My stepfather ran up and told my mom that she had our dog with her all the time in the back seat of her car. My mom was appalled for once with the ROGER's flailing temper and sided with my aunt. Next thing I know, while the ROGER was about to step foot in the bathroom. I heard a loud smack and then I saw my mom go flying across the hallway and her head hit the side of my bedroom door. And now she was out cold....

So I stood there and....... I'm going to have to continue this on Monday...

Dispense with the drill...

~

Coat

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