“Take my hand.”

“I can’t, I’ll fall.”

“No, you won’t. Trust me.”

“Take my hand.” Pff, what the hell was I thinking. Sitting here in Algebra thinking “Take my hand” who the hell is falling anyways?

Oh crap, Mr. L is still talking better pay attention. And so the day passes, taking notes, talking to friends, just a normal day, well as normal as shit here gets.

As it turns out it snowed that night. Fucking Friday night and I’m stuck at my house with a blizzard outside. This weekend is going to blow.

I put on a happy face and meet my brother at the door. I pick up my little niece and tickle her until she squirms free, little rascal. At least I won’t be stuck at home with just my parents.

The day passes and the drifts grow higher and higher. Too bad I put my snowmobile away already, it’s a freaking winter wonderland out there. . . in spring. Man Mother Nature blows big donkey balls. Oh well, might as well go to bed, everyone’s already passed out anyways. At least the wind is howling outside, can’t sleep with out it.

10:30 am Saturday

I feel the bed shift a little; I just pull the covers over my head, its way too damn early to wake up. And then my niece jumps on my stomach, man that hurt. Thirty-five pounds of little kid slamming down onto your gut way to damn early in the morning is not the preferred way to wake up.

“Ok, ok I’m up. Now, go bug daddy,” I say to my niece and off she runs.

Ah, the innocence of youth. It’s like having a little imp, but better. Oh well time to go back to bed, I roll over and snuggle up under my blanket. And just as I start to fall asleep, my phone rings. Someone better be dead or there’s going to be hell to pay for the person on the other end of that call.

I reach over and flip open my phone, “Yo.”

“Yo, dude. I’m stuck out by dead man’s curve,” I hear from the other end.

“You stupid fucktard, we just had a God damn blizzard. And it’s way too damn early to be dealing with this shit.”

“I know man, but I was just trying to pull Troska out.”

“Ah, its all clear now, ok give me a few minutes fat ass.”

“All right later dude.”

Hi ho, hi ho to work we go. Once again into the coal mines we go. Hi ho. Hi ho. Fucking dumbasses. I dress and jump in my truck. Should have put my contacts in . . . oh well, too late now. I start my truck and drive out to dead man’s curve and sure enough there’s fat ass and Troska sitting on the tail gate. I have the worst friends in the world. Wait why is the truck tilting to the side, FUCK!

Off the cliff he went and into the lake he landed. To hell he went never to rise again.

AN: close account of what happened a few weekends ago. Obviously I didn’t go over the cliff and die, but I’m bored and decided to spice it up a little. Sue me

Wait, don’t sue me. Don’t bad, stop thinking about it. Shame, shame.