Crime

my parents are having a party tonight.
normally id just hide in my room until everyone left, taking their damn guitars and folk songs with them.
but im going to mingle tonight because i want someone to ask me how my week went.
cause then i can say: "it was alright. i had a few tests, worked on a paper. . . oh yeah, and i had my innocence shattered!"
thats right. shattered.
well, now that I think about it, it was probably shattered the first time i looked at porn.
maybe i should just say: "my house got broken into."
on account of thats what happened.
ironically the only thing that got stolen was my grandpas junior g-men signature pistol, which he kept specifically for the purpose of shooting people who might try to steal his valuables.
of which he only had one.
his junior g-man signature pistol.
now my grandpa is all paranoid and he wants us to install shotgun traps at all the entrances.
my parents were all like: "what if we need to leave the house?", but grandpa was having none of it.
still im not going to get caught up in the hysteria and start accusing people left and right.
and let me start not accusing right now: it was absolutely 110% probably not jamal.

originally posted: Saturday, October 15, 2005