I Come to you a Clean Shaven and Well Manicured Man…

<-----Looks like Mr. Phil Spector was having a bad hair day. Every so often Charlie will cut my hair when my father deems it appropriate.  I just spent the last 30 minutes a captive audience and  listening to how bad the world has gotten as Charlie snipped away.  Depression central. “How does that look?” Charlie asked me as we looked in my bathroom mirror. “I feel so depressed now with everything that is wrong with the world,” I replied solemnly. “I am not sure I still want to live anymore.” I could hear my father burst out laughing loudly in the next room watching a ballgame. “You all are just a bunch of shits!” Charlie said as he got to laughing himself. Maggie lay at my feet and touching them the whole time worried Charlie was hurting me.  She always does this. Kentucky Fried Malarkey… Dad brought me a chicken pot pie from KFC tonight and I about can’t wait to dig in.  It was piping hot and needed to cool down some.  I’ve never tried one of KFC’s chicken pot pies. Charlie said I was in for a treat. “Now they have a senior drink instead of a senior discount,” dad told Charlie upon his return. I could hear Charlie grumble something about it in the next room.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 15, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs