Ma and Pa tucked me in last night. After I drifted asleep I awoke abruptly to the sound of Ma and Pa fightin. Third time this week. The racket of pots and pans, the soft thud of pillows against the walls. The endless repeated screaming. These were the sounds I lived by.
I went to camp for a week up near Houston. Pa said it would be good for me. When I got back Ma was gone. Pa said she took a vacation. Rarely did I ever look in their bedroom but when I did after that summer camp, what I saw bewildered me. I know what you must be thinking, bewildered is an awful big word for a guy like me but I'm usin it to sound smart ya hear!
Anyways, What I saw on the wall across from my parent's bed were all these crazy diagrams. There were circles and lines and angles. They were all drawn up in what looked like blood. Pa caught me. I tried to run but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my arm and screamed at me in what sounded like gibberish, "90/90 TOI, CTE, CTE PRO ONE, CENTER, TOI, PERFECT, AIM, CTE, PIVOT!" I had come to realize my daddy had done something awful.
He got down on his knees and cried to heaven, "Why?!? Oh lord what is the answer?!" Suddenly the sky opened up! There was a real bright light. Then the ground opened up too. A bright red spewed forth from the ground.
Then they appeared. The devil climbed out of the ground holding a Miller 64 in one hand a Meucci in the other. Willie Mosconi came down from the sky with a bottle of Jack and a Balabushka. Both told my daddy they could show him the way. My father asked incredulously, "But which system should I use?!" The Devil and Mosconi's eyes locked. Then they stared at Pa and in unison cried, "Just shoot it in the ****in hole!" Then the devil broke the Meucci over Pa's head, Mosconi poured Jack on him and set him on fire then they ripped him in half and took their respective halves back to their homes!
The moral of the story folks, is just please, shoot it in the hole and shut the **** up.
I went to camp for a week up near Houston. Pa said it would be good for me. When I got back Ma was gone. Pa said she took a vacation. Rarely did I ever look in their bedroom but when I did after that summer camp, what I saw bewildered me. I know what you must be thinking, bewildered is an awful big word for a guy like me but I'm usin it to sound smart ya hear!
Anyways, What I saw on the wall across from my parent's bed were all these crazy diagrams. There were circles and lines and angles. They were all drawn up in what looked like blood. Pa caught me. I tried to run but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my arm and screamed at me in what sounded like gibberish, "90/90 TOI, CTE, CTE PRO ONE, CENTER, TOI, PERFECT, AIM, CTE, PIVOT!" I had come to realize my daddy had done something awful.
He got down on his knees and cried to heaven, "Why?!? Oh lord what is the answer?!" Suddenly the sky opened up! There was a real bright light. Then the ground opened up too. A bright red spewed forth from the ground.
Then they appeared. The devil climbed out of the ground holding a Miller 64 in one hand a Meucci in the other. Willie Mosconi came down from the sky with a bottle of Jack and a Balabushka. Both told my daddy they could show him the way. My father asked incredulously, "But which system should I use?!" The Devil and Mosconi's eyes locked. Then they stared at Pa and in unison cried, "Just shoot it in the ****in hole!" Then the devil broke the Meucci over Pa's head, Mosconi poured Jack on him and set him on fire then they ripped him in half and took their respective halves back to their homes!
The moral of the story folks, is just please, shoot it in the hole and shut the **** up.
