Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Death Letter

I got a letter this mornin' whatdaya reckon' it said.  Got a letter this morning, said I was dead.  I got the swine flu, and I aint even home yet.  

Friends, foes, lovers, in these tough times (where the poon at?) the going gets tougher.  I don't trust public water (I have a well) thus I do not wash my hands often. And as you undoubtedly seen on CNN or whatever you people watch, it is fucking crucial to wash your hands in order not to get swine flue.  But wait, the abyss is deep and dark.  I have never admitted this but I love Mexican ghettos and I love to hang out in farms even more.  Once you connect the dots, gentle reader, one notices my fateful demise.  I've been taking Advil for the swine flu so far and drinking plenty of herbal tea. I expect to be 110 percent within a week or otherwise dead.  There shall be no in between.  The middle is for the spineless.  Anyways...I've taken to old delta blues during these most trying of times.  I, much like a segregated, old African American in Lousiana, suffer.  The swine flu hurts.  Mostly in my extremities, and it makes me look like Benjamin Button.  I plan to enter Disney's Make A Wish Foundation's list.  I've been pondering what would make the best wish.  Angelina Jolie and Janet Reno quickly come to mind.  Well, I will think on and inform la masa.  
 

2 comments:

  1. Thank you Mr.Writer for ur reply. Hope you do not die, then i wont have anything to do after i check my e-mail and facebook. =(

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