Monday, November 5, 2012


Little Pink Houses for me and John Cougar Mellencamp, now, John Mellencamp. This song always makes me think of the times that me and barrelassin' cousins would run through this garden throwing vegetables at eachother. And dirt clogs! How terrible for the owners of this garden. Even their own children would run through the other end and have vegetable wars with us. All the way up until we made it t...
o their backyard to meet up with them. My specific memory of their house was a scary 24 hours for me as a kid. One day while standing around in my barefeet, watching their father spray for insects all the way around the outside of his house, I was asking all sorts of questions, God only knows what I wanted to know about bug spray, but anyway, I recall him telling me "this stuff is poison. It will kill you" and explaining how we should never mess with it. Of course a moment later I felt some of the spray hit my foot. To this day I have no idea why I didn't scream and beg to be taken to a hospital for treatment, but instead I freaked out inside and ran home to die on my own. I wasn't about to die without even trying though.I went straight to the bathroom and began scrubbing my foot with soap and water as hard as I could. Again, I didn't ask one person at my house to help save my life. I would leave the bathroom for short periods of time only to return over and over again to scrub my foot some more. When I went to bed that night, I could hardly sleep because I was sure this was it. I just knew once I went to sleep, the poison would finally set in and kill me. I was certain I wasn't waking up. Needless to say, I was so happy when I woke up day and eventually I must have decided I escaped death and stopped worrying about my poisoned foot. To think now that all that worrying could've been avoided if I'd only told the man at that little pink house he had just poisoned me to death.
Enjoy Barrelassers :)

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