I suppose "Needy Godzilla" is out of the question.When I address you as Grandpa, it feels weird. Like I'm talking to my own Granddad. You got a better nickname?
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I suppose "Needy Godzilla" is out of the question.When I address you as Grandpa, it feels weird. Like I'm talking to my own Granddad. You got a better nickname?
I will call you....I will call you...Ryter.I suppose "Needy Godzilla" is out of the question.
Well, I think I like that even better.Very cool! I remember doing some chatting on IRC years and years ago, and I had the moniker MrWrite back then. A little ego attached to that one.
You and me both. I have been here maybe... a month now? And isn't this just the nicest bunch?Grandpa: I'm re-new to the SKMB, and I was always only partially here. I don't much dabble in the social aspect, but I have made a few friends...even if I don't remember the details accurately.
If you are not submitting stuff for publication, you should be flogged.
No Maslow references or things like that, though.
...and you forgot...as dashingly handsome...He's as tall.
Loved it. That is an epic chapter, even with the current overuse of "epic," in the life of a kid. Get everyone in the neighborhood gathered around and yet outwait them all. Great story.Good evening.
I'm gonna tell ya a story.
(Please, don't ask why I did it or what I was thinking. Most likely, I wasn't thinking. Ha!)
It was Summer. My brothers were nowhere to be found and I was bored. I walked down the block and for some unfathomable reason I noticed the telephone pole on the corner. I decided it would be cool to climb it. The thingies (sorry to get technical) that allow telephone pole people climbers are about what? 8..10 feet up? No problem. I shinnied up that sucker until I was able to use those iron *steps* and climbed up to the the apex. Yay!
Well, not so much, yay. Looking down is way different then looking up. There was no freaking way I was gonna climb down. It didn't take long before kids and adults noticed my goofy azz up on that freaking telephone pole. A crowd gathered. Some narc advised my Momma of my situation. ( Rat bastard.) My Momma came ...and she had THE belt! And she was ready to wield it to whip my scrawny dumb butt. She demanded I come down. RIGHT NOW! Yeah, right.
It would not have mattered a whit if she whipped my behind in front of all those present. I stayed put.
In time, Momma and everyone else wandered away. Eventually, the Sun started to go down and I did as well. I made my way down and sneaked into the house. Kept on the down low. Didn't get a whipping.
My Guardian Angel was working over-time.
Peace.
My brother blew up the back yard.
So I’m smoking a ciggy in an alleyway early one morning in downtown Beaufort.
They're the major characters of a novel I've been stuck writing since high school, a Frankenstein monster I'm finally making progress on. They're happy that I'm nearing fifty pages, but we've still got a long way to go.
Didn’t know if I should to put this one here or the Nut Magnet thread.
This was the 1st real story that popped into my mind, so here it goes... Tear Jerker BTW.
In May of 2004 my grandfather on my dads side passed away, in Hickory NC. We live, and were living here in WV at the time, so we had gone to visit him in the hospital for awhile, and mom and I were back home while dad stayed there with his dad. He had a lot of stomach trouble, a couple different types of cancer I believe, so he was pretty beat up. I, of course, being younger didn't realize the full extent of how serious it was. But I remember leaving the hospital, looking back at him one last time, and waving. He waved back, and i'll never forget it.
I lost my grandmother a few years back on my mothers side ( she too lived in Hickory, and we had to go up and visit the family again when she was put into the hospital.. We went through all of this TWICE ) and the last image that remains of her is her waving goodbye to me... I'll never forget that either. It was so odd, the way things worked out and how we went up there twice for trips like those, neither time really believing things would take a turn for the worst.. So, stupid me, came back home both times, when I could have stayed for those final days. Both times, I turned while exiting the room, and waved goodbye. They both had the same look in their eyes too, i'll never forget it. How I wish I had stayed and could have been there at the last, but God brought me home for a reason.
If only I had known those truly, truly were Goodbye waves.