This is a special post for me due to a recent event concerning my brother Ben. The scene begins in Bakersfield California at the Centinial Elementary school bus stop. The sharpely handsome first grader by the name of "Eli" awaits his transportation. The big brother of Eli named "Ben" stands beside Eli with a devlish look in his eye (a quite common look). Eli watches Ben's face as a small group of about 9 pigeons fly by. This dude in the neighborhood, I don't remember his name so I will refer to him as "Mr. One" owned this flock of pigeons that he would feed each morning. The birds would fly in huge circles all the way around the block all day long. Mr. One loved his pigeons the way whispy loves his skateboard, and he took great pride in showing the pigeons to the neighborhood kids. My brother for some reason decided that he didn't really like Mr. Ones pigeons and he began constructing a plan for destruction. Eli watched as Bens eyes glazed over as if the screen saver in his brain had kicked in. Eli knew what he was up to, and Eli liked it. There they were, Eli, Ben, Dakota, Courtney Haun, Joe Sithole, and Jenny B. all waiting patiently for the bus. Suddenly Ben lunged out of line and reached down to pick up this metal object.
"Holy shit Ben, where the fuck did you find that hammer?" asked Joe. "yeah, that's the smallest fucking hammer I've ever seen, It looks like a god damn midget dong." replied Dakota. But Ben did not answer, he raised the hammer into the air as if he was taunting the gods. The hammer was about four inches in total length and probably weighed a mere pound. Eli could already tell the ending of this story. Ben waited patiently for the flock of pigeons to loom over head, as they grew close his arm began to draw back like a snake about to strike.
Eli could hear a swift whoosh sound as his brother hurled the midget hammer at the birds. As the hammer flew toward the creatures silence filled everything. they waited for the answer to come, and come it did. in an instant the hammer struck a pigeon, immedieately killing it sending it spiralling down onto the freshly combed hair of courtney haun. All the children laughed, then Courtney slapped Dakota. She slapped him because he was phillipino. enjoy Portland Ben. The end.

the low point of my life, three (by Eli Allman)

sarah

Sunday 25 July 2004 at 12:22 am

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