Friday, February 23, 2007

The Secret

Most of my friends, even the ones who know me well... do not know this story. One friend, who knows me well does know this story, but is still demanding an explanation (the fraud).

Fine. An explanation you shall get. But first I will explain my reasoning for leaving The Secret out of the last post. That post was a post of my memories, not my traumas, of the good things, not the upsetting things. The Secret did not seem to fit. I was told that if I had no intention of posting The Secret then I should just leave that paragraph out of the post. No.. (said I), as it is too clear of a memory of that day. It had to be included. Then (said he) include The Secret. No.. (said I), it doesn't fit.

So here we stand. I will spill the beans, as it were. I will quote my dear drunken uncle, but first you must picture in your mind a 10 year old girl, long tangled hair streaming behind her, a few lobster antenna clutched in her fist, making her way in her Newfie rubber boots through the empty house to the restroom.... seeing her drunken uncle and his friend out of the corner of her eye, but not paying much mind to them, when she overhears this sentence:

"That one there doesn't even know she has a sister."

8 comments:

Bikerbabenj said...

and?

need input!!! (stolen quote from Short Circuit) one of my favorite movies.

Odat said...

Wow....and are we going to hear the rest of it?
pEACE

The CEO said...

That's a potato chip. Where's the rest of the bag?

Crankster said...

Geez. That's both hard and wonderful.

Just D said...

I intend to wait until the suspense has sufficiently built, and I can see all of you squirming in your seats from where I sit in placid serenity.

Then I will tell you the rest of the story. Maybe.

hehe

Sassan Sanei said...

Whoa.

Just D said...

Yup, that pretty well sums up the reaction I had at the time.

curmudgeon said...

Damn. What a thing to find out.