TIME: 8:08am, Wednesday
When I was a tyke, a young wippersnapper, my older brother and I used to play all kinds of games, like Pokemon, Ninja Turtles, Commando, whatever. We were the characters and acted the parts. Fun and games. My brother was a control freak though. As Posh Spice would say, he was a MAJOR control freak. Hell of a liar too. No matter what it was, he would lie about it, and get pissed if you called him on whatever “it” was. So, one night, my mom asked him if he had brushed his teeth, he said yes. Me being the evil little snitch I was, I laughed in his face and told mom he hadn’t. He attacked me cause he was a dick, and mom took us both and told a story. It was “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”. We sat in the living room as she told this story from memory of this kid who kept telling the villagers a wolf was coming to eat them. Two or three times, the villagers would come to save the kid, but there would be no wolf. They got mad, and the time a wolf really did come and the kid called the villagers, no one came, and he got eaten. The story scared the shit out of me, and was meant to teach my brother a lesson about lying. Think it worked? Fuck no.
This has been story time with Cody.
Yes, it snowed forever. Til about... 4pm. My brother and his two friends made a winter adventure movie though, out in the blowing snow. It was cool. I have a huge yard with fields behind it, and we filmed his friends as adventurers searching for a rare artifact. Then, one betrays the other and gets killed, complete with fake blood in the snow and airsoft handguns. It was fun.
I went to work, it freaking snowed again. I came home, it stopped. So now, that there is school, I have an easy math test, 2 1500 word essays due tomorrow for Pol. Sci, one is done, the other only has an introduction. I’m also going to buy my secret Santa gift tonight.
WHOA!
CoDy |
