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they warned me ahead of time. Berma was about my age now, but time had not been good to Berma, time or the booze. Berma was from Tuscon, but was living in Phoenix with her elderly dad. Her mother was hit by a car and killed crossing Speedway trying to get her out of a bar when Berma was in her early 20's. Berma was a mess, fat,ugly, and she would fart all the time, only sometimes it wasn't a fart and you could see that she shat on herself, then she would say "kids,kids, your mother's not well". We would get hysterical. We use to visit Berma all the time, but we weren't laughing with her, we were laughing at her. One time we were all there, Jimmy Sue,too. Berma was flipping out because her Dad wouldn't come out of the bathroom. She was pounding on the door "daddy you alright". We all took turns listening at the door, we could hear him muttering and he kept saying "oh God" but he wouldn,t answer Berma. She finally talked Jimmy Sue into busting down the door, the crazy old fucker was masterbateing into a coffee can. We just all freaked, and took off. That was the last time I ever saw Berma, but Czarina and Brucifer took her out for her B-day, asked me if I wanted to go. I said no, how are you going to take her out in public? That made them think, so they went to a thrift store and got her a whole get up shoes too. Poor Berma, I bet she's dead. |
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Surprised, J? |
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whom i have long considered to the poet laureate of this place |
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Start the ticker tape parade and free whiskey! |
sort of like Bukowski meets June Cleaver |
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I didn't read that until just now. Strange, but beautiful. Just like all of us. |
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