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R. Linda:
Me sister was at me for not wanting to attend me school reunion. It be a while since I've seen or heard from any of those persons except two or three that remain me close friends. The gossip they send me be enough for me to not have to play catchup dressed to the nines.
The one and only time I attended, I learned the class thief died suddenly after attempting to shake down a Coke A Cola machine when it fell over on him. Yup, death by Coke A Cola machine, can you imagine?
Then the girl who everyone thought was the most pretty in the class, married a British Lieutenant and when I saw her at reunion she was dressed very prim and proper. She referred to her husband not as John, but Mr. Barrows. At first I was somewhat confused thinking that the husband's father was about the place, but soon I realised no that wasn't the case at all. I thought, oh right, she's the wife of a vicar now, he's a vicar. But no a friend said, he's a machinist by trade. She kept referring to him that way, even when he was standing next to her, he was Mr. Barrows this, and Mr. Barrows that, and on and on. I felt like I was mistaken he was a bank president perhaps, but no me friends insisted he wasn't a vicar, a bank president, or any high personage that the Mr. should be addressed in the way it was by his wife. She was proud to call him this, and when he went to get them some punch, she went on and on about her Mr. Barrows, and me, having had a few of what be good for you (Guinness) found me tongue on the lose, and as it got away from me, it asked her if Mr. Barrows referred to her as his Milady Wife. She was highly insulted and I know she will never speak to me again for that bit of fun I made of her. I suppose it didn't help there were a bunch of classmates standing there as well and they all laughed. Well, it WAS ludicrous. If me own wife called me such I'd be looking around for me father I would.
Then there was the sad event of the passing of another classmate of mine, one Charlie. Charlie was a small, skinny kid who grew into an older, skinny guy who never enjoyed life, was the butt of pranks and razzings in his childhood, and one day decided life was just too much and he thought death a more appealing alternative. So he found himself on a rather high building somewhere near the outskirts of Belfast, and from the top he decided to jump. He took a great leap and as he came flying by the tenth floor, a shot rang out and hit him as he was free-falling killing him just like that. But he didn't hit the ground, he was found bouncing lifelessly in a net below that had been set up for window washers. So technically, he wouldn't have killed himself if he hadn't been shot!
Seems there was a couple fighting in their tenth floor flat when the husband went to take a pot shot at his wife and missed, but he didn't really, he hit Charlie, killing him right in midair! But gets more strange. Seems later when the couple were questioned, the husband denied he knew the gun was loaded, he said he pointed it in the general direction of his wife, merely to frighten. It went off accidentally much to his surprise because he had slipped on a glass of overturned guava juice that made the surface precarious to traverse. All an accident gone horribly awry.
But wait a minute, there is more. Seems a week prior to the argy between the couple, the eldest son came to visit, seems the couple were arguing more and getting vicious with each one. They had quite a large nest-egg and there was a will, which left everything to the eldest son. The son, knowing the likelihood of his father using the gun, loaded it without telling a soul and left it where it was easily reached (you see his fingerprints were all over that gun, including the casing). Yes, he did that, fully knowing his old man would probably wave the thing around and eventually because of an extremely sensitive trigger, the gun would go off and since the old man usually waved the thing at his wife (not the general direction as he testified in his statement), it would go off probably killing her. The old man would be so upset he'd kill himself and the nest-egg would go to the son who would pay off those high roller debts. Yup.
BUT WAIT, it doesn't end here. It seems the son was increasingly agitated that he couldn't get his parents into an argy in the short time he needed to pay the rather large size gambling debt, and so depressed about it was he, that he climbed up to the roof of the building and jumped. Yes, Charlie was the son of the couple, is that bizarre or what?
So is it any wonder I don't want to revisit me schoolmates? Bunch of looines they be.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Me sister was at me for not wanting to attend me school reunion. It be a while since I've seen or heard from any of those persons except two or three that remain me close friends. The gossip they send me be enough for me to not have to play catchup dressed to the nines.
The one and only time I attended, I learned the class thief died suddenly after attempting to shake down a Coke A Cola machine when it fell over on him. Yup, death by Coke A Cola machine, can you imagine?
Then the girl who everyone thought was the most pretty in the class, married a British Lieutenant and when I saw her at reunion she was dressed very prim and proper. She referred to her husband not as John, but Mr. Barrows. At first I was somewhat confused thinking that the husband's father was about the place, but soon I realised no that wasn't the case at all. I thought, oh right, she's the wife of a vicar now, he's a vicar. But no a friend said, he's a machinist by trade. She kept referring to him that way, even when he was standing next to her, he was Mr. Barrows this, and Mr. Barrows that, and on and on. I felt like I was mistaken he was a bank president perhaps, but no me friends insisted he wasn't a vicar, a bank president, or any high personage that the Mr. should be addressed in the way it was by his wife. She was proud to call him this, and when he went to get them some punch, she went on and on about her Mr. Barrows, and me, having had a few of what be good for you (Guinness) found me tongue on the lose, and as it got away from me, it asked her if Mr. Barrows referred to her as his Milady Wife. She was highly insulted and I know she will never speak to me again for that bit of fun I made of her. I suppose it didn't help there were a bunch of classmates standing there as well and they all laughed. Well, it WAS ludicrous. If me own wife called me such I'd be looking around for me father I would.
Then there was the sad event of the passing of another classmate of mine, one Charlie. Charlie was a small, skinny kid who grew into an older, skinny guy who never enjoyed life, was the butt of pranks and razzings in his childhood, and one day decided life was just too much and he thought death a more appealing alternative. So he found himself on a rather high building somewhere near the outskirts of Belfast, and from the top he decided to jump. He took a great leap and as he came flying by the tenth floor, a shot rang out and hit him as he was free-falling killing him just like that. But he didn't hit the ground, he was found bouncing lifelessly in a net below that had been set up for window washers. So technically, he wouldn't have killed himself if he hadn't been shot!
Seems there was a couple fighting in their tenth floor flat when the husband went to take a pot shot at his wife and missed, but he didn't really, he hit Charlie, killing him right in midair! But gets more strange. Seems later when the couple were questioned, the husband denied he knew the gun was loaded, he said he pointed it in the general direction of his wife, merely to frighten. It went off accidentally much to his surprise because he had slipped on a glass of overturned guava juice that made the surface precarious to traverse. All an accident gone horribly awry.
But wait a minute, there is more. Seems a week prior to the argy between the couple, the eldest son came to visit, seems the couple were arguing more and getting vicious with each one. They had quite a large nest-egg and there was a will, which left everything to the eldest son. The son, knowing the likelihood of his father using the gun, loaded it without telling a soul and left it where it was easily reached (you see his fingerprints were all over that gun, including the casing). Yes, he did that, fully knowing his old man would probably wave the thing around and eventually because of an extremely sensitive trigger, the gun would go off and since the old man usually waved the thing at his wife (not the general direction as he testified in his statement), it would go off probably killing her. The old man would be so upset he'd kill himself and the nest-egg would go to the son who would pay off those high roller debts. Yup.
BUT WAIT, it doesn't end here. It seems the son was increasingly agitated that he couldn't get his parents into an argy in the short time he needed to pay the rather large size gambling debt, and so depressed about it was he, that he climbed up to the roof of the building and jumped. Yes, Charlie was the son of the couple, is that bizarre or what?
So is it any wonder I don't want to revisit me schoolmates? Bunch of looines they be.
Gabe
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