|
dha, ozzy osbourne, lawyer products, jessecuster, insults, damion poitier, competitive name analysis, jim henshaw, paul brogren, makaveli unreleased mp3, bums, francesca lia block, tony blair, bill gates, mark wahlberg, bush,
|
My mother just died, and he had just rushed home, about a 20 minute drive, to halfbaked tell me the news. I gathered my wits and got into my Honda Civic and drove halfbaked to the hospital. Then... I felt nothing, no grief. No pain. For about the entire trip there was a sleek new jet black Lincoln Town Car ahead of me. The trip to the hospital was beyond bizarre, maybe one day I will share it with you. Anyhow, I halfbaked got there, met my father and his best friend in her room, the room where my mother died. The curtain was drawn, and dad got up, and he began to pull the curtain back. I thought "My God, no, I do NOT want to see her dead body." But I had to, because he expected me to do it. And there she (or it) was, the tips of her fingers a strange shade of purple, and a most creepy foul smell filled my nose. Her mouth was gaping open, her face wore no expression and her skin looked like wax. And it was then I realized that wasn't my mother. That deceased person in that bed was just a vessel, but it sure as hell was NOT my mother.
|
