Hurtin' (485 hits)
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Submitted by Caulfield (View user info) at 2006-05-05 08:18:40 EDT
I got the vagina sickness. It ain't so much a sickness as a chronic pain. It's like a toe that throbs in a tight shoe or a back that cries after doing a long wash. Course, I'm not gonna see nobody about it. Not a matter of my pride, mind you. I ain't so simple as to let my feminine peccadilloes get the better of my health. Nope, I just ain't got the money.
The way I see it, a good exam of my never-you-mind is gonna cost me more n'a blush and a few bad dreams. I've saved four-hundred and thirty-two dollars and I'm gonna need all of it for my expenses. Times aren't just tough, they've set like concrete. Even the gravediggers are losing weight with no one 'round these parts able to afford a burial. The dead are burned like brush and thrown in a plastic bag...and that's there end. If they're lucky they get to lay under a pile of dirt in the yard, and have a few words said over 'em. But people don't bother no more. I know a family that lost three of its little ones to the hunger. They're still in the bags they were placed in—boxed up, one top of the other, like one of them Indian totems. They just sit in the closet, next to Christmas decorations and an old black pot they used to cook their Thanksgivin' turkey in.
So I'm holding onto this money (I call it my here and now) 'til my next cleanin' job, or 'til I can get that loan from my brother. I thought about telling him about my sickness. I figured he might get me the loan faster, or maybe add a bit more to it, but then I started feelin' bad about how I needed his charity in the first place. Needin' help from someone I changed diapers for; from someone who had seen what was comin' and tried to get me to leave with him--it's too much
I can't add more hurt onto myself and my little brother. Just as much as I could never leave my home here. It's become a part of me. Heck, I've been stuck in this cancer of a town for so long I feel like I've become her. Maybe that creepin' pain in my never-you-mind is just proof of it.
Well, tomorrow's Saturday. Maybe I can afford to take my bath a little sooner. Mr. Thomas owes me for carin' for his mail when he was away. Maybe he'll lend me some Epson's. I bet it'll fix my little problem, and I'll realize I was worrin' for nothin.'
If it works I can get back to getting' by. That's all I've ever tried for. That's all I ever wanted.
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Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-05-06 03:50:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
plastic coat hangers are economical and do not hurt as much as you may think
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2006-05-05 15:40:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-05 15:30:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Two thoughts:
1) Stop PAYING FOR THE INTERNET.
2) I'd still eat it.
Submitted by extacy_red (user info) at 2006-05-05 15:21:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
HOORAY FOR VENEREAL DISEASE!
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-05-05 11:11:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 i'm done with finals!!!!!!!!!!!
W00t!
Submitted by leilani (user info) at 2006-05-05 10:58:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
definitely different.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-05-05 10:44:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 Caul!
Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2006-05-05 09:54:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Something fresh, I reckon'd.
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-05-05 08:30:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
interesting.