Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:

daft twat wrote:Both girls were named Kerry, but neither of them spelled it like that.

what a great sentence

The Argonaut wrote:

daft twat wrote:Both girls were named Kerry, but neither of them spelled it like that.

what a great sentence

Higgs wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:

daft twat wrote:Both girls were named Kerry, but neither of them spelled it like that.

what a great sentence

Yeah. I read that in a detective noir voice over type deal.

daft twat wrote:

Norris wrote:The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

You need to change your username again, BabyDriver.

BurtReynolds wrote:To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

JuanHamm wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

What a shitty way to kill yourself (for you and the driver)

BurtReynolds wrote:To my knowledge, no one in my class has lived a very interesting life since then.

There was one guy. He had Tom Brady good looks, but was not one of the cool kids because he was very strange. When talking to him, you didn't know if he'd cry, laugh, or attack you. Not long after high school he laid down in the middle of the street and got run over. I assume it was suicide, but who knows. He was a strange guy.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

epilogue wrote:I don't think I know any stories like these at all from my graduating class. Daft, this is really sad, shocking stuff.

spike wrote:One guy I knew since grade school took his own life in high school. I believe one of our co-valedictorians got in a car accident and died a few years after graduating.