making rounds

ok, i'm down, or at least i was a little while ago... i expected to pitch tonight because i didn't pitch last week and the pitcher blew it big and i had pitched the previous four games and we won all four, but they had eleven guys for the first time in seven or eight weeks and they decided i'd be on the bench... i could have stayed home and gotten some rest... i did dh, but i was not into it and watched a third strike go by after lining out to short, both times with runners on second and third with two outs... i did get on the next two times, but i really got the sense that i was not part of the team... most of the guys were friends before the league started and it showed more as the season progressed until the last two games i would have been better off not showing up... nobody loves, me, not even the worms...

waah waaah waaaaah... yeah, poor poor pitiful me...

so i drove home and flew by a state trooper facing in the other direction and decided it would be a good time to slide over and take an early exit from the expressway just in case he was turning and i decided to take a detour to shop cuz i need soap (but what i really wanted was a decadent snack), but i never made it to the store because there was the sign... krispy onion krystals... or is that kryspy onion krystals... it matters to the y... meanwhile, i bought six with bacon and cheese... and then i bought six regular krystals with bacon and cheese... and then i bought a chocolate shake with whipped cream... and then i skipped shopping and came home...

twelve krystals later, and the chocolate shake with whipped cream, here we are, mostly happilly bloated (the bloated part is why it's only mostly... if only i could pig out without the bloat and without gaining weight, that would be a seriously real step toward a heaven for me... falling in love with the one falling in love with me would be the big enchillada, but stuffing enchilladas without gaining, that would be a seriously real step, yes it would... are you listening god?... it's piggy... margaret sent me... sort of... what's your heaven like?)...

so anyway, the loneliness of not having the one or the group of friends i can really get into (has it been that long?... wow, a long long long time... i am just not into the social thing unless i am in love) is a weight (boy, and i am carrying it a long time, aye?... musical theme music?)... the food definitely perked the body up a lot though and the euphoric druggy feeling that comes from pigging out is definitely wonderful... but anyway, here's the real, i mean, thereal, and not just thereal, but the real, downbeat style... i mean, just in case you thought i never got down or stupidly self-pathetic anymore (i mean, it has been a while, i mean, if you've been reading you'd know that, i mean, if you cared, narfenstein)...

all i ever needed was the one...

i should have bought more snacks...

or at least chocolate cream pie...

or ring dings or something...

or keebler fudge sticks...

yum... yeah... snacks...

ummmm, burp...

narf...

la...

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