Davey lived in Forest Lake, one mile from his school. His parents told him he was old enough to walk there by himself. He was so excited on his first day of walking alone. He carried his backpack full of books and his yummy lunch his mommy made for him.
“Wait until my friends see me walking by myself!” Davey thought.
As he made his way through the town, Bill Ferguson was driving by and beeped his horn and waved. Proudly Davey waved back. Passing Main St. Gloria Hutchinson saw Davey and gave him a wink. Davey smiled and held his head up high, walking by himself.
Just four more blocks and he’d be at school. Suddenly, he saw John Tyler, who asked him, “How about a beer there, Davey?” As he headed into to The Crazy Fox tavern.
“Sure,” said Davey, and followed in behind him.
Oh yea….. Davey is thirty-six.
Really? This is what follows a short from the Middle Ages? Good chit floatin around Ohio I reckon................. Focus Forge.......focus. People are still lookin for another chapter to your short.................. Remember, the one with Elgin and the contest he is to attend? You can do it!
I guess maybe this one hit to close to home.... Davey sounds like Uncle Don...........
Maybe it is the middle ages? Ever think of that? They had horns back then, Well bulls did....but most people wouldn't blow them. Ever take the caffeine pill 'Stacker 3'. I think it's a diet pill. Makes work go sososososo muchuchuchuch fasterterter. Opps. skipping in and out of the space time continuum.
The story was in response to some spammage on here that I can't remember where and don't intent on looking for again although it would probably be super easy. It links to help on writing kid stuff and if I really wrote like the a fore mentioned story then I probably should spend the 700 bucks it costs.
I have not written the contest scene but will begin to hammer out some ideas that are rolling around. I like to say... "Oh. I'm a writer." I should say, "Oh, I like to procrastinate." That would be more accurate. At least the pills make me procrastinate faster....
Hippies? Really?????? I am afraid @tlhopkinson that I just have to ask what hippies smell like? You have categorized them as a group by your plural use of the word, so I am to assume that all hippies smell the same? Do you expect me to believe that a twenty year old hippie has the same scent that a forty year old hippie has? And that a male hippie smells like a female hippie? What about hippie children? Please explain so that I may either protect or enlighten my olfactory system when next I cross paths with a hippie......................................... Should I turn away and hold my nose? Should I inhale to enjoy the scent of a hippie? What to do @tlhopkinson? What to do?
Yeah, they all smell like Patchouli Oil... it's a known fact . When I was a hippy I wore Nag Champa oil instead to change it up... very slight difference . They wear it to cover up the BO, pot, alcohol smell. The kids smell the same because the stuff is so potent it rubs off on everything. My husband's uncle still wears it, he's a 55 year old hippy.
Thank you very much @tlhopkinson! I can now profile yet another group to remove from my immediate presence via my boot should the situation arise when a hippie should wander too close..........................good swift kick and that oil can be on the bottom of my boot rather than jacket or shirt!
You a hippie? I don't know what you look like, but I find that hilarious given your level of intelligence and demeanor..................... Gotta be blonde and wore flowers in your hair? That picture does not equate to your personality and ability as a writer................just doesn't make sense...........I'm hoping that was a phase of your youth?
Always brunette... flowers, maybe once or twice. Drove a VW bus for five years, went to a bunch of Grateful Dead shows when they were popular in the late 80s and 90s before Jerry died. Still love the music and some of the general liberal beliefs, but got bored with the whole save the planet BS. I'm too practical for that aspect. Hippies are usually known for being school-going protest types... usually considered somewhat academic... or at least that's how I always considered them. You know, Berkley types and whatnot, out to change the world, one doobie at a time .
Stigma and stereotypes....................My first car was a 68 Beetle that had peace signs airbrushed on the doors. I painted it flat black to get rid of them...............having been a jock in high school did not promote any of the outward projection that a hippie would have...............the funny thing is that all the girls I went to school with that could be construed as hippie were the ones that attracted me and I smoked pot.................and now at forty nine some would classify me as a biker................though I don't see myself that way, I guess because I ride a Harley I couldn't disagree. And my wife, who has not until recent got into riding with me has gone out and bought a boatload of Harley biker chick garb......something they do not sell at Nordstroms or Macy's..........go figure........
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