When I was a small child I had a wonderful friend named Zippy. When I opened my eyes for the very first time, before I even looked at my parents, my eyes rested upon him. He was a stuffed, skinny black monkey, with a scary plastic face, even scarier plastic hands (god, you can't even imagine how truly scary) and he was wearing a red outfit and little white boots. My parents were too busy fawning over their first-born, male child so I was often left to my own devices. Zippy listened to everything I told him and was very good at keeping secrets. Years went by and Zippy and I only became more fond of each other. Fast forward to eight years old. My mother and her friend were taking my brother and I somehwere in the car and to be funny (aka: cruel) my mom decided to snatch Zippy out of my hands and tie him to the car's antennae. So here I am, eight years old, watching by best friend dangle precariously in the wind.
2007-08-10
02:52:55
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