That reminds me of a story. A few years ago I was working in a furniture factory and the days news was about this robber that had broken into a house and was shot and killed by the elderly owner. One of my co-works knew the guy, he had always been a bully to him. The bully showed up at this guys house one day when they were about 10 demanding something to eat. So my buddy goes in the kitchen, opens a can of Alpo (dog food for those not familar) and made him a sandwich. The bully like it so much he demanded a second one.
Holy crap.. that is nastylllllllllll
they point out that USDA guidelines allow a certain amount of bug parts in all food....*double gag*(sorry if I grossed anyone out guys)
You created that lovely poem Shakestheground?Get it published in the New York Times? Hugs!
Truman, This really is a lovely poem. I put my other thoughts surrounding it over at the Yahoo group. But I wanted to tell you how much I enjoy what you have written. Your writing is direct and unadorned. You manage to capture a basic innocence and humbleness in this man. Someone who unwittingly became the subject of something so enormous. And I think your poem speaks for all of us when you offer to meet this Unknown Man for a drink.Milo
That's a great story Truman Did the bully ever figure out what he was eating? I never tried Alpo before, but I think I will pass on it
Never had a clue.