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Thursday, October 23, 2003

   
if my grandmother is watching over me, what happens when i go to the toilet? when i have sex?

my grandfather used to always urinate in the backyard – late at night.

i had only started living with him and Grandma soon after i turned 16. they were wise and up to it when it came to bringing me up. they understood, i think that’s what i meant to say. when i was 18, and all my friends starting holding these wild drunken birthday parties, my grandparents just assumed that i would appreciate a sleep-in the next morning – and would let me sleep off any lingering teenage hangover. it’s also strange that my grandma knew a kick-ass hangover cure. and also, i’m sure that day after day, they could smell the cigarette smoke on me, but they never said a thing. that says something about my grandparents.

one night when i had finished some essay for Uni, i quietly opened my bedroom door and slipped out into the backyard for a smoke. i kept my deck of cigarettes tucked into my socks. as i flicked my lighter on for the third time, i saw a large mass to the left of me, on the grass. seconds passed before i registered that it was my grandpa, lying face down in his tartan pajamas. i ran over to him, and the dew of the grass moistened my socks. i rolled him over onto his back. his face looked the same, yet it was stiff, hard, lifeless. his hand was still holding his exposed cock and i could smell the steamy smell of urine all around me.

he died of a heart attack – and i never smoked again.



posted by Simon Thursday, October 23, 2003


 
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