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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ish who wrote (11879)	8/11/1998 4:02:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Thick skin is really "gooey". Like your palm, which is the part the Aztecs ate. (For some reason). I still have,and need, mine; but they're handy for the curious. I was peacefully, yet nervously, walking down a hall at 3:30 in Jr High, with a really stupid toothpick sculpture some idiot instructor made us build and then take home for pete's sake. Must have been a thousand toothpicks; wasted boxes of them. I saw so many I actually got interested and read an article about how they were produced. Back in The Hall of Hyper, school kids are banging together everywhere in a sheep-chute between slamming lockers; and I've already gotten poked with this thing. I could see them coming from a mile away, with my name written on their hurtling, locomotive, brainless bodies. A chaser and a chasee; the worst adolescent bulletin of madness. They leaped down the six level-change stairs without touching a one. I squirmed to reposition my books and watermelon pincushion of death. I had time to swallow and panic. Ka ~ pow. I knew this whole project was a bad idea from the get-go. Now I had really serious proof, but being right just makes me angry ~ and that idiot-guy was nowhere around here. Most of "it" splintered and skittered about the foot-crunchy polished concrete floor, but I still had a cantaloupe-sized piece between my hands. I looked down at my leg, which hurt, and several pieces were driven into my thigh, right thru my Levi's. A young lady was trying to pull them out. After limping to the wall, I tried to let go of the remnants, without my books and math homework, but the porc-ee wouldn't come off. People were pissing me off ~ crunch, crunch, and then "Ooooh ~ gross!!!" I batted the beehive off my right hand. There were some prickly beech foundation-bolt spears driven right into the skin. I tried pulling on one in the middle, driven in well past the narrowing end, and it made a little tent of flesh. I pulled harder. It made a bigger tent. A taffy-tent. It was not coming out. It made me sick. I remember thinking, "Well, here I am, covered with toothpicks; attacked by Lilliputian explosives; soon to be my New Fur of toothpicks and upchuck; soon to be lying on the hall floor. This is great. Just.....great." Don't go to school.