Rob-jitsu

I remember this one time in middle school, they had apple juice the fermented... tasted like really awful beer…an unhappy day in my childhood... the sky was a musket grey, and the town drunk, Stooly, pulled down his pants and tapped danced down Main Street, only to be shot dead by the hound dog at the fire department…things were a little different back then. Children laughed, because the school ventilation system was filted with nitrous oxide, and Santa Claus taught seventh grade phys ed, and when the town drunk, Stooly, was shot out of a cannon to deliver our nachos, he smelled of week old beer and a faulty liver, and now, whenever I smell split beer I can only help but think of the town drunk, Stooly, and my order of nachos, which had failed to be delivered. Yes, never a sadder day in the life of a child. Not even those third world kids that need the support of a cup of coffee. I sit and weep, for the town drunk, Stooly, and my nachos.