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Family Storytime: Naked Cheeseburger Boy and Root Beer Snot
Back in the years of elementary school, my family used to go to fast food more often. You know, back when it was cheaper. To age myself, when there were actually items costing only a dollar. While hanging with my cousin, best friend, maybe my brother, and other childhood friends, my dad offered to take us there. We drive up to the menu and my dad turns back to ask what we want. Completely serious, my best friend asked for a cheeseburger without cheese. We started cracking up.
I say between laughs, “You mean a hamburger?”
My friend looked at me, then my dad, and simply said, “Yes.”
He realized what he’d said and was just trying to smooth it over.
Fast forward to sitting down and eating our stuff. My best friend starts making fun of some of our friend’s meals. I suspect to make his little incident less silly.
My dad shot back, Sure, Naked Cheeseburger Boy.”
We all lost ourselves in laughter… my cousin so much so his root beer came shooting out of his nose.
My dad turned on him and declared, “And Root Beer Snot is here to join you.”
We were all on the ground from the laughter. He gave names to the others, but I don’t remember them. (No, I didn’t get one. I was boring as a kid and only ordered chicken nuggets and French fries.) However, the legend of Naked Cheeseburger Boy and Root Beer Snot live on… the story surfacing every so often to give us a laugh.
Depths of Depression
Down, down I go
To the cold I know…
Sinking faster below the surface
Wishing I knew a service…
All I see is misery and woe
It’s what one sees down below…
The glimmer of lights fading
No hope for wading…
It ends in darkness
Seeing the light less…
You’ll never claw yourself out
Just sink and mope about!
Forget what makes life worth living
And embrace the end of forgiving!
Yet there may still reside a voice
Giving us a glimmer of choice.
Hold your breath and you’ll get through
After all you know it’s true!
Use the tools to ask for help
Before you start eating the kelp!
From my side I pull the pouch
A handful of items which don’t slouch,
Helpful for some days
But not for today,
Yet there was one among the rest
A glass bottle to write to the best.
With pen in hand I scribble away
Hoping the ink will stay!
A last bit of effort I release
My final act please get it! Please!
Fading away I almost didn’t find
The lifeline I thought a trick of my mind!
Two hands wrap tightly on the rope
As I was rewarding for my belief in hope!
She pulls me on deck with a hug and kiss
Telling me how much she loves me and would miss!
The happiness we found together
And how we could storm any weather!
Slowly, happiness returns
To the point it burns.
Yet I feel the icy depths call
And I know again I’ll fall…
So, keep her close and near
Or you’ll lose it all I fear…
Whirlwind of Worry (Poem)
They started as whispers in my ears…
Something I’ve dealt with for years.
The doctors delay,
Stacking bills to pay,
The body creaks
For answers we seek,
The house now stands
Costing many a grand.
How will I pay?
It says day after day.
Oh, how it howls,
As the collector scowls
There’s little strength in these bones.
Feeling like they were beaten with stones.
Nothing you can do to fix it.
Only watch as you fall behind bit by bit.
Failure at everything you do.
Surprised anyone would stay near you.
After all, your friends are gone.
They needed to move on.
You’re nothing special, just a joke.
Given the opportunity you’d choke.
It all started as a whisper…
And now the words are crisper.
You think it’ll change?
That you’ go beyond the range?
How sad. The world is cruel.
If you don’t know that, you’re a fool.
To cling to hope and a dream,
Will only rip you by the seam.
Stronger and stronger it whips about…
I cannot stay strong and stout.
Of course, you can’t…
Just go ahead and rant.
Your words fall flat on the ground…
I know exactly where you’re bound.
Alone and under a bridge you’ll be
Crying, “How did this happen to me?”
But I can answer that simply for you…
Believing in the phrase anything I can do-
Cease and desist this prattling on!
If I can give in my life would be gone…
So, fly away far from here.
Don’t want to feel you near!
And even as they fly away,
The whispers will return the next day.
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