Why would anyone want a basket with my head in it ! The truth, is they don’t want my head, they just want to stop me from annoying them with my stories and jokes.
Maybe they just want to use the basket for something else later. People are so funny, they will encourage you to do something and then tell you to stop. Sometimes they will give advice that wasn’t asked for, then they will say: Where did you ever get an idea like that ? Yes they will praise you and what you do and then turn around and criticizes you for doing it.
Why do people do that / why do they run hot and cold? They can be calm as can be, one minute and a boiling storm the next. When you are standing too close to an explosion, the shock wave will sent you flying and cause a ringing in your ears that can last a long time, sometimes it will cause you to go deaf. But that doesn’t answer the question of why people do these things.
Most people will tell you they believe in God, and some will say they attend church every Sunday, when they haven’t been there for a year. What is it, that these people believe in? money, the golden goose, the tooth fairy, They don’t believe in me, cause there are too many telling me to get lost and stop bothering them. My space here on this planet appears to be growing smaller all the time. How can a good guy like me, go so bad? Yes, there are times when some, in my own family act as if they don’t know me, or treat me as a stranger!
But when you come home and the dog growls at you and the cat hisses at you and you don’t have a cat or a dog, could you be in the wrong house or maybe a different city, there has to be a reason. The only visitor I get, is a guy that no one else likes. What ever people don’t like about him, must be the same thing with me. Who will tell me what that is?
I can remember Mother telling me that I wasn’t one of her kids and I should go home. When I was about three years old, my Dad took me with him, we drove far out into the country and through couple of towns, where I had never been before. He gave me a nickel and sent me into a gas station, told me to get a cold bottle of pop, when I came out he was gone, apparently, he had forgotten that I was with him.
After I was left at that gas station, The owner called the Sheriff’s office, A deputy came to get me, but I had wandered off someplace and couldn’t be found. Later I was walking down this road and a farmer came by with a wagon load of hay. The horses almost walked over me and the farmer jumped off the wagon to get me and he put me up on the wagon seat, with him and took me home. I was at his farm until I was around fourteen. He couldn’t get any work out of me and decided I was worthless to him. He took me to the closest town and set me free, what ever that word FREE, means.
Sometimes there may not be an answer to the question, and just maybe, that person is right! Yes, I could well be a pain in the ass. Sharpen up the old axe and dig a hole. The old chopping block has been revived. The ending of an era is about to come.
Well I wandered around for a time and you will never guess what happened? I found my way back to my old mom and dad’s place, They recognized me by my large ears and the birth mark on my four'head. That was when my mother packed her bag and left home. No one has ever seen her again and we don’t know where she is. Dad sits around and cries a lot, all of the other kids have left home, all but one and me, Dad doesn’t do anything anymore, he has a girl friend that will bring us food, "left over stuff "from her restaurant.
I am not sure when my birthday is, so I really don’t know my age, but I am a big kid. Ain’t never been to school, but I can drive the old truck and get fire wood. The old man won’t let me have any matches so I can’t build a cooking fires. We have been eating a lot of can foods lately, and the can opener can’t be found anywhere, so we use an old kitchen knife to open cans now, and someone should wash that thing. There is some thing white, green and brown growing on it. My sister said: she saw it move once.
Maybe they just want to use the basket for something else later. People are so funny, they will encourage you to do something and then tell you to stop. Sometimes they will give advice that wasn’t asked for, then they will say: Where did you ever get an idea like that ? Yes they will praise you and what you do and then turn around and criticizes you for doing it.
Why do people do that / why do they run hot and cold? They can be calm as can be, one minute and a boiling storm the next. When you are standing too close to an explosion, the shock wave will sent you flying and cause a ringing in your ears that can last a long time, sometimes it will cause you to go deaf. But that doesn’t answer the question of why people do these things.
Most people will tell you they believe in God, and some will say they attend church every Sunday, when they haven’t been there for a year. What is it, that these people believe in? money, the golden goose, the tooth fairy, They don’t believe in me, cause there are too many telling me to get lost and stop bothering them. My space here on this planet appears to be growing smaller all the time. How can a good guy like me, go so bad? Yes, there are times when some, in my own family act as if they don’t know me, or treat me as a stranger!
But when you come home and the dog growls at you and the cat hisses at you and you don’t have a cat or a dog, could you be in the wrong house or maybe a different city, there has to be a reason. The only visitor I get, is a guy that no one else likes. What ever people don’t like about him, must be the same thing with me. Who will tell me what that is?
I can remember Mother telling me that I wasn’t one of her kids and I should go home. When I was about three years old, my Dad took me with him, we drove far out into the country and through couple of towns, where I had never been before. He gave me a nickel and sent me into a gas station, told me to get a cold bottle of pop, when I came out he was gone, apparently, he had forgotten that I was with him.
After I was left at that gas station, The owner called the Sheriff’s office, A deputy came to get me, but I had wandered off someplace and couldn’t be found. Later I was walking down this road and a farmer came by with a wagon load of hay. The horses almost walked over me and the farmer jumped off the wagon to get me and he put me up on the wagon seat, with him and took me home. I was at his farm until I was around fourteen. He couldn’t get any work out of me and decided I was worthless to him. He took me to the closest town and set me free, what ever that word FREE, means.
Sometimes there may not be an answer to the question, and just maybe, that person is right! Yes, I could well be a pain in the ass. Sharpen up the old axe and dig a hole. The old chopping block has been revived. The ending of an era is about to come.
Well I wandered around for a time and you will never guess what happened? I found my way back to my old mom and dad’s place, They recognized me by my large ears and the birth mark on my four'head. That was when my mother packed her bag and left home. No one has ever seen her again and we don’t know where she is. Dad sits around and cries a lot, all of the other kids have left home, all but one and me, Dad doesn’t do anything anymore, he has a girl friend that will bring us food, "left over stuff "from her restaurant.
I am not sure when my birthday is, so I really don’t know my age, but I am a big kid. Ain’t never been to school, but I can drive the old truck and get fire wood. The old man won’t let me have any matches so I can’t build a cooking fires. We have been eating a lot of can foods lately, and the can opener can’t be found anywhere, so we use an old kitchen knife to open cans now, and someone should wash that thing. There is some thing white, green and brown growing on it. My sister said: she saw it move once.
I sat and watch it for hours and haven’t seen it move! I don’t think there is anything alive on that old knife But sometimes the thing does appear to move by it’s self.
A man came by to look at the house, guess he wants to buy it, If he does buy it, he will get the truck along with my sister, Don’t know what Dad will do with himself and me, He cleaned up his old gun and sharpened his hunting knife, He has also been reading about a lot of murder mysteries and unsolved crimes. That’s funny as he never did like to read much. < Why would anyone want a golden goose?
I can hear the church bells ringing, have to go hide!
By; Ben R.
A man came by to look at the house, guess he wants to buy it, If he does buy it, he will get the truck along with my sister, Don’t know what Dad will do with himself and me, He cleaned up his old gun and sharpened his hunting knife, He has also been reading about a lot of murder mysteries and unsolved crimes. That’s funny as he never did like to read much. < Why would anyone want a golden goose?
I can hear the church bells ringing, have to go hide!
By; Ben R.
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