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2002-08-29 - 2:52 p.m.


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Sucked In

I wrote this in one of my classes. It's all I have to offer you for the day, because I actually saw this happen. Except the whole death part.

Sucked In
�I don�t remembah much these days, god knows mah memory�s goin. �Sbeen 25 years in this hea town, 48th in the state, 68th in mah life. Not too much happens hea, not too much goin on too much. Ah don�t figger this town�s got too much goin for it. �Sgot tonsa stores and tonsa houses. Not tonsa people � just nuff.�

�Crazy people hea, crazy people. People hea and thea. Saw one th�other day, silly. Ah don�t remembah if it was Tuesdy, Wensdy. Coulda been Mundy. Could been Fridy. Ah just don�t remembah � don�t remembah much these days. I could tell ya mah first cah, the names of all mah dawgs, kids names if I had�m. But the days inna week? Ah just don�t know watta tell ya.�

�Where was I? Oh, the dawg. It was sunny out, remembah that. I�ll always remembah th�weathuh. Ah can remembah th�rain on mah burfdays, th�clouds on mah parents passin, th�sun when ah got mah first kiss. Oh, she wassa pissah, that one. Tawt me th�ways of amoray, huh? Yah know wattam tawkin �bout. That girl�anywho. Th�sun that day was hot and hot. �S hotter an the devil�s farts in th�summer time. Aw, ahm sorry. Shoulda watched m�mouth there. It was hot, s�all.�

�Ah don�t remembah when it started, the noise. That clankclankclank commin down th�block. �Stalking to Jeff�naw, was John. Was a J, I just can�t figger out what of who right now. We was tawkin �bout how th�heats beatin us horrible, poundin onna heads. Ah think we was playin checkahs, or chess. Naw, it was chess. Goddamn great game, y�ask me, pardoning mah French. Those French�yah think they got such filthy mouths as people say? Couldn�t see how they had more tah curse�bout, �sides bein French.�

�We was playin that game, anyways. Joe was�that�s it. That wasis name! Aw, me anJoe went way back, back to Bawston. He�d come up hea ta visit, come up to siton mah porch and piss away th�time. Lotsa time, tonsa time up here. Not tonsa people � just �nuff.�

�Come right on up with th�train. That big monstah chargin all WOOWOO lika madman machine down those metal rails, smoke poppin out th�top and th�wheels all turning like mad. Course, didn�t come inna th�station like that. Ah�m old, but ah ain�t dumb. Ah picked John up with mah last cha ah had, a cheap Saturn dealy. Don�t know too much �bout cahs, but ah do know ah dinint like that cah. Wait, that wasn�t John�who wasat?�

�Anywho, we was playin chess, helluva gamme, ooo la la and all. We was tawkin bout this heat, this damn heat beatin us up�hey that kinda rhymed. Ah useta writecha know? Specially poetry. Nothing bettah than words t�me. Nothin bettah, nothing more beautiful. Ah tawk funny, mah accents n�dall, but ah�l writecha some beautiful poetry. Well, maybe notne more. �Sbeen years since ah had the urge. Can�t remembah when��

�Oh, ah keep forgettin mahself. The heat, the checkahs�wait, chess. Y�know that. Oh and that noise, the whole clankclankclank and rumble business. Didn�t know what tah think of it cause t�was commin from mah back andah was choosin tween mah rook onis knight or mah bishop takin a pawn. Or was it another knight�aw, you don�t care. But we heard th�noise commin. Clank rumble clank rumble clank. Buncha clanks commin with some rumbles. So, hearin this, ah didn�t know what t�do. Ah wanid t�look, but ah knew it�d just pass anyways. Joe didn�t care.�

�So th�mystery ends asah see this guy with his dawg. Big, beautiful black lab, eyes hungry like a fire. Shiny coat, tongue that could lick a baby�s head clear off hoppin and wobbling lefn�right outta th�front of his face, drool all over. Beautiful animal.�

�Well dawgs don�t go clankrumbleclank. Turnsout, that guy was draggin a vacuum withim. Just a regular ole upright vacuum, nothing major. Those plastic wheels scrapin along th�sidewalk. Clank clank clank on th�cracks on the�would that bea clank then? Maybe more likea clunk. Clunk clunk clunk. Seems more right. Anyways, that noise up th�street, the whole way.�

�Ah turned t�Joe ansaid �So, ah guess they�re just that big, eh Joe?� Joe liked poop jokes, always liked a good laugh. Wait, was that Joe?�

�Anywho, Joe laughed an laughed. Laughed hisself inna hartitack. Died with his face ona game of checkahs. Or ah think t�was chess. I don�t really remembah. I don�t remembah much these days,� he said.

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