well, hallowe’en wasn’t a TOTAL let down. one really cute thing happened at least. listen (massive parenthetical divergence from the main thing in italics):
the daughter of my mortal enemy (Daisy, this old fat bitch who used to manipulate my grandmother while pretending to be her best friend; also she used to “borrow” (steal) stuff, and on the rare occasion when she’d bring something back, it was on demand (as in, request number two hundred and thirty-five), it was two years too late, it was broken in several places, and it came with a really lame excuse.) …came by with her daughter’s daughter, who’s i’d guess around 8 or 10 years old. cute little thing (only her and her sister are the only ones who aren’t pig-fat in her family) (i say pig-fat, as opposed to naturally large, big-boned, whatever polite way there is to say someone who’s big but SUPPOSED to be; not to be mean, but some people are just fucking hawgs who eat everything in their path, and i’m only talking metaphorically, too. but enough of this bullshit… i’m a big fuckin’ fat-ass (tho’ getting smaller by the minute, thankfully), so i can call another fat-ass a fat-ass if i want to, especially if they’re really just a big goddamn fat-ass.).
anyway, she thrust out her hand with some Sweet-Tarts, proffering them to me for no apparent reason (see below). after a few minutes of convo with her grandmom (i think she’s her grandmoms, i don’t actually know or care), they were sorta preparing to leave, and she did it again, this time with a big ol’ Hershey bar. how sweet! and the way her lil’ hand darted out so suddenly was real cute, kooky lil’ kid. as they were leaving, she said “bye jeremy!” …and it hit me. i don’t remember ever having really met this little girl or anything, but i guess i must have, probably have… i thought ‘maybe it’s ha ha ha how cute’ as she handed me the second bit of her loot, but it hit me when she said my name: this poor little kid, this sweet little lullaby of a human child is probably going through that funny, sweet phase just prior to adolescence (which leads well into the teens most of the time and even far beyond even that in some cases as i slowly discovered the last two years in someone else), where she has a crush on absolutely every young adult male she comes into contact with, apparently even the jaded older surly bearded cynical weird sad ones.
it almost killed me! hahaha, poor sweet little kid. sometimes i wish kids never had to go through the awesome, horrible trauma of having to grow up at all. some kids should stay sweet and innocent and young forever. also, some kids are just cool little kids. truly terrible to say (and evidence of just what an evil old man i’ve become), i wouldn’t have given this kid the time of day before tonight, being that she’s part of a terrible clan i don’t like (it’s really rare that i’m so sour on anyone, let alone entire families!)… in fact, i’ve heard tell that those kids are spoiled little brats (her sister is a “model”, and you know what that means- a model at the age of 14, i mean- can you say “pushy, overbearing parents”? if so, you can say it again. and of course she’s got her little head halfway up her little ass already, thanks to those horrible brutes in her family.), but this one’s now cool by me any day.
anyway, i was touched and humbled by an eight year old today. tore me to pieces, in a really nice way.
