My Requiem

By smname and bluesprinkles on February 4, 2004

Saturday, we were going to go to the batting cages, but it exploded, so my dad said to me, "Son, you're getting fat, and sassy." "I am getting fat, Dad, but maybe that's how I'm made."

Sunday, my dad came up to my bedroom with a baseball bat and beat me.

Monday, I was thinking about asking my dad if we could try working out together, but I beat him up instead.

Tuesday, my cat, Mr. Bojangles, sat on my lap.

Wednesday, Dad and Mr. Bojangles took a coupon and went to the supermarket.

Thursday, I jumped off the roof.