Of Mice and Men.......or Josh

Of Mice and Josh

Here I walk in the mess of a room. Where will I stay, what will I eat, who will help me have babies, how many children will I have, what games will we play, when will we sleep, where will we sleep, how much will we have to eat, what will I buy for Christmas, what will be for thanksgiving dinner, and how many days will I thrive in the great county of the USA, in the state of Kentucky, in the beautiful city of Lexington, on the ghetto street of Kalmia Ave., on the ancient second floor, in the first room on the left?

Must get to a dark place! Shelter, fast!!! I see shelter on the right. But how do I get under there? Ha, there’s a crack between the rug and the bag of engineering prizes from various career fair stations. I tip toe my way into the crack, and I find more junk! Imagine that. I see mysterious tunnels, approx. 30 of them! And black bag. This black bad could very well be my home/bed. Wow, how convenient, there is a door right in the corner. Inside the black bad, there are papers and bags, plenty of reading material for a while.

I got a chance to learn much about the baseball all-star team, and the history of it. It looks as if it may have taken place in Houston, Texas in 2004. I wish I could have made it there. I pretty much made the decision that I was going to sleep in here since it was so dark and entertaining. The only thing that spooked me out was, at about 2 or 3 in the morning there would be random thunder noised coming from above. I still have yet to figure that one out.

One day one of my old buddies came to visit. I had always had a huge crush on her, but she was always too busy for me. Well, we got married. And immediately had babies. There was plenty of room for everyone in the black bag nest. There was also plenty to do since there were 30 tunnels everywhere. They always had weird reading and pictures on the inside of the tunnels, like some kind of bad graffiti. A couple of things I saw was, Deftones, 311, and fear factory. I have no idea what those could mean though.

Eating was a grand idea, and we ate all the time. With at least 8 children, you will need quite a supply of eatin’s. Well directly adjacent to nest was a grand area (after chewing through) that was full of the greatest supply of food anyone could ask for. Our large family was thriving on Ramen noodles, oatmeal packets, and neutral grain bars. WHAT A BALLANCED DIET!

Well, as to speed up the story a bit, I must decrease the time spend telling you about my life and use less words to achieve my ultimate goal. Life is short and I don’t know how much longer I will be here.

So one day my wife left the recreation area to go hunting for some better food. The aroma was overwhelming, and unbearable. But to my despair, she never returned. I am sad at the lost, but life goes on. The only abnormality I witnessed was a loud SNAP
, with some screaming. But, I just went on as a single dad.

My children continued to grow and they all finally went to high school. They are growing so fast. One by one, they started to go out after school and fend for them selves, and they would go out for pizza or peanut butter with their friends. One by one they wouldn’t come home. I would occasionally go exploring myself sometimes. I saw a couple of my children dead. Their spinal cord had been separated from their head. Nothing to worry about. I just ate the food that they had not finished.

SNAP


SNAP, SNAP

SNAP

SNAP

SNAP

SNAP

SNAP

SNAP



So I found this food, and it smelled so gravy! It was so easy, so I ate as much as I could. What a thanksgiving feast! Although, I have no one to share it with, but that is fine, I will enjoy the feeling of a full stomach.

I do not feel too good…….
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I believe that every part of my body is slowing down. It feels as if my insides are drying out.

Well, my story is just about complete. And my time here is coming to a grand end. I appreciate all the great agony and suffering my host Joshua Henry has gone through to keep me alive. I enjoyed eating his posters and food under and next to his bed. He should have been smart enough to put the food in a plastic tote instead of a box. And if he put his posters on the wall, then they wouldn’t be holy now. I also thank him for placing so many stupid mice traps that are suppose to work and kill me and my brothers. Well, it never worked on me, and peanut butter is my favorite. He prolonged my existence longer than was needed. He had to resort to placing tasty expensive poison to get me down. Sad is he.

Well, so long and farewell, I love you all………..