Sunday, February 15, 2009

Pitch Chewer

There's this old lady in a play pen, peeling hard-boiled eggs. I don't know what her name is. She sits there like a prisoner, chewing pitch gum and cussing at imaginary people. Greasy-haired W.C. Fields lookalike with big floppy breasts, one slung over her right shoulder. A mean old lady with swollen feet and ankles, arm flaps and missing teeth. I call her "mom" and pay for her time.

5 comments:

NYD said...

You have been eating burritos after midnight again, I see.

The Grunt said...

Yes, it is one of my many weaknesses. Anyway, I have to give you my respect for being the only one brave enough to leave a comment on such a weird post, NYD.

Julie Schuler said...

If she were knitting something horrible, then this would be like a dream I had.
Hope you are feeling better, I wish it from the bottom of the rat's nest of wadded up Kleenex I've been inhabiting. I'll be glad to see the ass end of the cold and flu season.

The Grunt said...

Julie~ I am feeling better. It was a miserable week. I hope your family is getting better.

Karyn said...

...............yeah, I'm so hoping this was a dream.