Exquisite Corpse (Hilariously awkward but cool story)

He buried his head in his hands and sobbed.

Raising his hands towards the sky as if speaking to God “WHY! Why must we live in such a corrupted world?”

It was a late afternoon, he had Just got out from school.

Yo bro, pass me my skateboard. He said

He skated his way down the stairs and in to the street.

Bet, you can’t do that wheelie I showed you last week. Said the male best friend

Ha, Watch me ! he said

Kicking his legs to quicken his speed on the skateboard, he was getting ready to show off his wheelie. When out of nowhere he lost control and catapulted about 6 feet in the air into oncoming traffic

He landed on the paved road and shakily looked up, staring in horror at the cars that were zooming towards him. Making a mad scramble to get to his feet, he got up and slapped her right in the face. Slapping her only made things better. Whoring around is certainly not the right move.

But I couldn’t help, but get dragged into the idea of being completely free. The idea of being with multiple women aroused me. “Should I look on www.lovemesomelesbians.com” I thought. “Shirley at work said she found her soulmate!”

“Yea well Shirley also said she found tiny aliens, in her hamburger so I wouldn’t trust her with anything.”

“ Can you pass the wrench?”  “Why should I?”  “So that I can take the wrench and use it to see if Shirley’s brain is working right.”  I hope it is working, if not we are in trouble. She is the keeper of the secret. We have to get to her as soon as possible, without delay, no time to waste, every minute will cost us, time’s a wasting, the longer we wait, the more dire the situation will be, any second now things are going to really be bad. Or maybe they wouldn’t, maybe things would go just as he pictured it in his day dreams. Maybe he would be the hero instead of the villain. People will final look up to him if he saved those two old ladies from the burning building. He wanted all his crimes to be forgotten.  He wanted to have a clean slate. He wanted to create new memories and erase the old ones. He wanted to reinvent himself. He began to make changes and the first change he started with was his appearance, a bald head, he stated. That would show significance a fresh start. They say cutting your hair is a symbol of growth. I was growing into an adult and I was ready for whatever came my way. I wanted to go and explore the world and a fresh start from my troubled childhood was a great way to start. “Rehab classes maybe?” I said to myself as I thought of the many different possibilities for my new beginning.

I think that sounds about right said my mom hearing in from the kitchen.