The following is an autobiographical story of someone else’s
life that I wrote, loosely based on a really tight story:
Kraig was trapped between bars and a restroom, not able to
decide which bar to go to. He didn’t realize that the bars weren’t actually
bars, but were long metal bars entrapping him. ENTRAPPPPPPPING. Sorry, Caps
Lock was on for a second there. Some people call that literary Tourette’s
Syndrome. Going back a few days, his motorbicycle took him to the border, and
not the singular version of the bookstore kind of border. A large Polynesian
man with a tattoo of a handlebar moustache told him to “slow down buckaroo,
eh.” Which in English means, “Wir kaufen keine Schnürsenkel aus kleinen
asiatischen Mädchen!” So even when translated Kraig didn’t know what it meant.
The Polynesian man asked sir Kraig if he had any weaponry besides his “guns”
because he was inherently sick of guys flexing and making a poor joke about
their biceps being WMDs. Kraig tried making the joke with his calves just to
mix things up a bit, but ended up punching the border polyofficer in the
throat. This did not make that man a very happy man. He was less than happy.
Dare I say, he was unhappy. Mr. Polynesia’s eyes grew large, filled with magma
and started leaking streams of fire. He then enacted his greatest skill of all,
Polyamnesia! Causing Kraig to instantly lose consciousness and coincidentally
$50 out of his wallet as well. The difference between regular amnesia and
polyamnesia lies solely in the resulting side effects. With amnesia there is
the possibility of gaining back all of your memory at a certain point. With the
latter, you will never be able to remember the capitol of Arkansas or the
amount of water a fish can drink before getting tired of drinking water.
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Taitasi from Guam |
And this my readers (and in small parts of Guam my
listeners), is where Kraig woke up in a cell. Next to the ribosomes and
endoplasmic reticulum. These were the thug-names of his cell mates. Ribosomes
wore a bone through his nose and had plated his entire right leg with copper.
He would also constantly punch people while saying “check mate!” Endoplasmic
Reticulum was a little thinner, and was generally regarded as being
“ocassionally mopey” and owning at medium leveled Sudoku puzzles. This would be
Kraig’s life for the next three weeks. He would say this to his cell mates if
any of them could count that high.
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CHECK MATE! |
To be continued:
Destitutely,
Kyle
It was evening time. Or as people on the west side of the
bend say, Ning’s eve. However, this concept confuses me. If Ning’s eve is every
day, when do we ever get to celebrate Ning? I want some chocolate shephards
pie. And I would prefer some choco-right-on-time if you ask me. Nobody wants
late choco. Anyway, there was this premier thingy that I decided to attend. But
instead I anined it. (see if you get that one.) We walked down the curb and
found a free limo and decided to drive it to the premier. It was slightly
annoying with the four legged man running behind us hitting the car and yelling
“stop!” What crawled into his cheerios and died this morning? He did have a
very linear mustache that made me want to play hours of Sudoku while listening
to backwards albums of the Olson twins. We were living the high altitude
lifestyle in this moment. A couple of blocks later we stepped out onto a red
carpet with the insignia of the bachelor on it. This made me question whether
or not I was on the right red carpet, or if I had accidentally gotten onto the
left one. So I was either getting put into the running with a bunch of women
fighting over a man, or I was going to watch some short films. (Idea for new
reality t.v. show- The bi-chelor, the competition of love, where gender isn’t a
factor.)
I was on the latter of the two previously listed carpets.
Who would seriously want a car as a pet anyway? Try snuggling up to will and
grace with a car sitting on your lap, then tell me who’s mildly right!
Walking into the event center, I felt as though my style would catch on fire.
It was pretentiously exhilarating to be at a black or other color tie event.
Which is the exact moment that Mr. and Mrs. Wayne stopped me, we talked about
their wonderful son Bruce and his fear of various corynorhinus townsendii and,
more recently, smog. They then asked me to take a photo with their
state-of-the-art (a.k.a. Iowa) camera phone. A camera mixed with a phone. Who
wants a camera that can call people, seriously. That was rhetorical as I could
see the practical application in various second world societies and fourth
world Atlantean settlements. And I’m ALL for sea people. Which is greater than
or equal to or less than 103%. (103% is the same amount as putting three more M
& Ms into a jar that only holds 100 M & Ms for all you visual learners
out there).
How could I possibly enjoy this night more? I’ll give you a
hint, it involves an armless pianist, Ingrid Michaelson’s second youngest twin
sister and a guitar that makes tears cry people.
Needless to say, the night ended with my sudden involvement
in Lady Gaga karaoke and a bruise on the side of my rib cage that can only be
explained by one thing: Peanuts. I couldn’t resist, there may have been an
elephant, and my middle name is not Franklin.
Thank you and good night,
Rembrantly,
Kyle
It’s not everyday that you find yourself looking at yourself
in a four-way mirror wondering if the yous that you don’t see are looking at
you in one of those “I just cryogenically froze my brain cells so I don’t have
to thank anyone anymore” type stare, but in a casual way of course? (breathe here) Anything
stern would be uncharacteristic of yourself. (yawn with a small cough at the
end here) Reflecting on reflections reflects the reflecting view of reflecting
reflectors. I have exhausted my “the alphabetical symbol proceeding ‘Q’” Hence
my lack of using that symbol within the finite length of this blog post. Now
walk with me to the opposite side of my head in which we shall dissect the most
enthusing of topics. The occupation ,or A “job” in lay man’s dialect, is an
activity in which one man and/if woman suck up to an exponentially heavyweighted man named “Bensodd”
who happens to have his associates in mechanical bull fighting, (slid past the system by cheating his way in and out of hat dancing 402, he’ll tell you it was because of a chuck donkey in his leg.) His
associates causes him not only to be qualified to tell people what they most
obviously do in a sloppy, yet cornucopius way, but also gain access to a new all inclusive package to Satellite TV which includes a decade supply of Depends and enough Slim Jims to build a life sized imitation of Splash Mountain at Disneyland . “Don’t get below the man with
the wooden face, said his shopkeepee.”
Fo’ the definition of "occupation" I give you one final
statement: “Don’t be Bensodd, because ‘odd’ is not a great suffix to have, especially amidst _______________”.
Industriously,
Crabs.
What?
Arabs
Did you say Arabs?
No, don’t get me wrong.
Alright… what did you say?
Gandalf
More
Less
Gand
Better
Thanks
Open Wide
Nah, I’m not a huge orange juice guy
"It’s motor oil"
Why was that the only thing in quotation marks?
Don't change the subject.
Bingo!
Well played
I don’t feel so well
Don’t we all…
"Good point"
Bad dull
Clever
Lever
What?
Bye
Hi?
Bye
I know that’s what you said, I just don’t like goodbye’s
That’s why I took out the “good” part
You are so considerate
Vote for me
For what?
Anything, I just want to see my name on a ballot?
I can make up a-
SILENCE!
But ther-
PSYLENCE!
Oh! Now I understand.
I don’t think you do…
Prove it
Touché
Bring on the crawdads
I prefer the brothers-in-law
Picky picky
Hardly!
No, that’s the name of my tablet.
You name your assets?
Don’t judge me, the camera adds 205 pounds
I can’t really see your physical appearance, right now we’re just text on a page.
I can dream can’t I!?!
I have somewhere to be…
Where ever it is, be great.
Peppercorn
Amen!
Popcorn
Too far…
Sorry
It’s okay.
Bye.
Hi.
Trepidaciously,
Kyle