You know the rules- leave guns outside the door. Not that anyone listens to me of course. And I would definitely rather talk about this than have anyone do it.
However, since smiles can prevent these drastic acts for a short time, I wanted to share this little piece with you. I know how fond you are of Ammo so thought you'd get a kick out of it.
He's starting the college essay stuff- they have to write a lot of them for AP English as practice. When I opened Works this morning, this greeted me. It started MY day with a grin. (I also think he shows some promise as a writer!)
When I was a child, I had dreadful stage fright. One particular example that comes to mind was in Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, Virginia. In a happy little tavern, a group of dancers clogged merrily on stage, but they couldn’t restrain themselves from indulging in the ever popular “let’s-get-some-audience-members-up-here-so-we-can-make-fools-of-them” routine. So, as three dancers bounced on stage with disgustingly overdone smiles, three other dancers entered the audience and began stalking victims. I shrank into the fetal position, an entire populus of butterflies in my stomach, and there I remained without so much as a twitch. I thought I was entirely inconspicuous, but a tap on the shoulder told me otherwise. A not unattractive woman woke me from my hibernation to ask, “Do you want to dance?” I wondered if I looked like I did. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” Ah-hah! The classic line that lured some hapless victims to a certain death, but I was too smart for that old one. And thus, affirming to myself that if she took my hand and dragged me onstage I would bite through my wrist to kill myself, I remained seated very firmly the entire evening. |
