My name is Trey and I'm a fly. I'm going to tell you a tale about a feast, a banquet I attended many years ago. As any fly worth his or her salt will tell you some of the finest eating is at outdoor concerts. This one was at Downing Stadium in New York. To be honest my tastes run more to the Classics but rock n' roll has it merits. For me its the garbage, the debris left after it's finished. Another plus for this concert was the location. It was close to the East river where many a fly has deemed to dine. I have a cousin who goes there just to ride the rats. I had dined fine at Woodstock and Downing promised to be even bigger. Now I'm just a fly on the wall, an unwanted spectator but these losers aren't dumping the trash, they're burning it. They've even managed to set the asphalt running track on fire. What a waste of fine cooking! So I decide to hang around and buzz down toward the river. Great, just great, some of these deadbeats have made their way to the water. Might be a bonus here, looks like these two are about to get into a fight. Think I'll buzz closer for a look-see. That's why I remember this one and the kid probably don't. He looked like he was sixteen and his eyes were in fly jargon; stoned immaculate. Happens to us flies a lot in the summer when there's too many beer bottles in the garbage can. Being a city fly I knew the kid had had it. The other dude was bigger and armed with a baseball bat. For a fly, I'm pretty good at picking the winner in a situation like this. Boy was this fly wrong. The kid got him in the East River and from that point on I don't think the bat helped any. Right away I knew this was worth the flight in from Jersey. I had just about buzzed off when the kid made it out of the water. An ambulance came and I hitched myself a free ride with the kid. No fly is wild about hospital food but I was curious if the kid was going to make it. I did what I do best. I made like a fly on the wall. I have to admit I counted the kid out a few times before he finally revived. I buzzed over a little bit closer to listen. A doctor was asking the kid if he knew his name. The kid didn't answer. Then he asked him what one plus one was. No answer to that one either. I flew closer and landed on the hospital bed. I looked at the kid's eyes and knew. He never did make it out of that river.
I want pictures! I want pictures! This story was Kewl!
I would love to see this in animation Willy!
Your mind makes me smile!
Much love and Warmer hugs, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
