8.07.07

Category: dribblings

today i was painting at the HCH, and i was painting a very nasty bathroom. it was so nasty, in fact, that there was several small pools of blood on the floor. dad had been cutting a doorway into a wall in that apartment so i asked him if he hurt himself or something.

“what? no. why?”

“there’s blood in here. on the floor.”

“it’s not mine.”

“well this is weird cos it’s not quite dry. lookit, see how it’s still red in some areas? shouldn’t it be brown if it were old and dried?”

dad sticks his head in the doorway, peeks, and goes back to what he was doing.

“i dunno. but it’s not mine.”

“yeah well, was there anyone else in here today? no one’s lived here for a couple of weeks now. was there…a werewolf in here this morning?”

dad sticks his head in the doorway and says, “yeah. his hair was perfect.”

i died. that is one of our favorite song lyrics because it is so bizarre. our other favorite part of that song is the part that goes,

“You better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out, jim.
I’d like to meet his tailor.”

such a classic.

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