I came home to the sound of hot, loving relations going on down the hall. I'd figured something was up with the text messages, erased late-night calls, and the distant conversations, but never thought it'd come to this. I left rather than cause a problem, but they knew I'd come in.
I drove around for awhile, tried to clear my head. When I finally decided to come home, the cops were waiting on me, and I was being accused of domestic abuse. There was no evidence and I wasn't there when the police came, so they just made me leave. I drove around in a daze, and accidentally hit a possum. Rather than leave it, I tossed it in the back of the truck. I don't know, seemed the right thing to do.
Upon getting home today, I saw she'd cleaned out everything. Nothing was there but my propane grill, a few dishes, my dog, a camping chair, and my old TV.
So that's why I come to you. Anyone have any good possum recipes that I can cook up on the grill with a big metal pot and a spatula?
2007-08-06
11:48:06
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Armless Joe, Bipedal Foe
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Marriage & Divorce