HOW I ANNOY MY PARENTS:
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Here
above, I'm strumming my first guitar from when I was eight years old, some
decades ago, and wearing my motorcycle helmet while my
darling Poppi is checking the oil in Vantastic, my van. My mother thinks
I'm nuts and that "no nice boy is going to like you with your hair like that."
She said that one time, years ago. I told her she should talk. My mother (a.k.a. "Amma") gets annoyed pretty easily and my Poppi wonders about my sanity. See, she just wanted to take a NORMAL picture of her kid when I went to visit them. But, that's just not possible because I like to create interesting compositions for my darling folks. You know, a little eye candy for the brag book that they take to their local Bob Evans restaurant. |
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Oh, it all started years ago.
We're a funny, strange little tribe.
But, note, would ya? How well behaved we are. No antics. Though the stains on the outfits in this picture were due to my mother demanding that we not drink water from the water fountain before the photo would be taken. My baby sister started it. She's got the bigger stain on her dress...so Did we obey her quell the quench before the snapshot? Oh, I think not. Was she annoyed? MMMM, yes. That sweet smile on Amma is a 'hurry up and get this f*#king photo taken' smile if I ever saw one. Hey, my youthful Poppi's got a different way of handling things--dig that stoner look--not that he IS or WAS one! He's just a calm, cool, collected, long-fuse, better-not-let-it-burn-out, kind-of dude. Hey P.S.: One kid is not in this photo, my big sister, Donna Marie. She's a toughie with an awesome husband who bought her a corvette for her birthday. Yep, he's a keeper. |
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Here I am serenading my Poppi with the tambourine. He was trying to listen to the engine...thought there was a strange pinging...it was my hi-performance. Ah, whatever. At least I make them laugh, and I didn't drink from the water fountain before she took this picture, right? |
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But all in all, they adore their big "kid." I
keep them laughing all the time. See how this is a nice photo of a
well behaved daughter which they can be proud to show their conservative,
careful neighbors? I must confess, however, that I did fill my face with
faux piercings as a holiday gag and my mother was completely flipped out and I
had to quickly lose the joke or else I feared she'd drive off and I'd never see
her again. Now, again, would that be such a bad thing? ...hmmmm.
Oh, of course it would. 'Cause I wouldn't have anybody to freak out.
See, my father thinks it's sooo funny when I do silly stuff like that.
I do look very innocent in this snapshot. Who would know I'm a silly trickster, eh? |
