Colonel Edmund J. Burke
2018-01-12 15:41:36 UTC
My old mom's moving out. She's getting ready to leave the alley dumpster where I grew up, on Long Island. She's planning to move onto a quiet park bench somewhere in America. It'll be a much shorter walk to the Welfare office and soup kitchen, where the old whore'll be begging for cash from disgusted passersby. She really doesn't need a twin dumpster anymore, with just herself living there. The drunken hobo who claims to be my father resisted the idea, didn't want to move, on account of his crotch sores. So she stayed much longer than she had wanted. But after he died of septicemia last year, and his freshly rotten corpse was run over by a freight train moments later, she began jabbering about the move. It's going to be weird never going to our family dumpster again. I think I'm going to miss the smell of rotting garbage.
Life is always in flux...Colonel Burke said that.