Well it was sunday the most religious dame day in the universe; ya know your suppose to dress up give thanx neal for a bit confese your sins and your saved.......Well I guess it doesnt pay in my family to be a pesimist about the whole thing.....my story goes something like this:
Well you already know it was Sunday let me fill you in on the rest. My family consists of One father an older brother Dan and my younger sister Sara; last but not least me......Mick yea thats my name...I was out side and it was just one of those days where your so board the stupidest things sounds about best. Usually i try to stay out of trouble but when you have bad luck every day of you life sooner or latter you stop stressing out. Bad luck plus my father doesnt equal out to be the best thing......specially when the out come is avoiding to sit if you know what im saying....just for a few weeks; anyway....My friend George suggested that we go out for a bit and do what young men do best; in our case it was to _f_u_c_k_ each others brains out .............hehehe......we were only Fifteen but hey if dad didn't know it wouldn't hurt him...... "come on loveley lets get out of 'ere, this is _f_u_c_k_ing boaring as all 'ell"George complains "Just wait a _f_u_c_k_'n tick will ya the god _d_a_m_n_ surmen is almost over......'' "Come on fuzzy lets just knock each out in the confessional booth we'll be making a statement'' "George......what kind of statment would it be to make like bunnies and _f_u_c_k_ and let everybody in this dreadful place know? Are you daft?!"
"Fine look!...I'm leaving okay as soon as you get your _s_h_i_t_ together I will be at my house"
"_f_u_c_k_ing fine then"!! God was he just a ball of piss some times, from time to time he likes to throw fits when he doesn't get his way.......so after the whole praise be to god thing was over I went over to Georgies house little did I know that his parents and mine were to have dinner there...(this gets worse )... I tell my father that im going to the movies with a couple of my friends and that i would be home around dinner......This already irritates him that i actually have a life outside our home. I walk down the train tracks, go through the croocked old mans yard who lives on canary rd....and clime up some stairs to condo number 13 i bang on the door knowing that his parent wouldn't be home "Come on ya fairy open the _f_u_c_k_'n door" The door opens and there stands my boy "hello, it's about time you got here i've been waiting all this time". "well im here so lets beging shall we"
"can i ask you a question?"
"sure micky you can ask me anything you know that"
"whats your look about on life deary i've been trying to figure out my own for some time now"
"well when it gets hard....._f_u_c_k_ it" And right then we start _f_u_c_k_ing like rabbits and giggling like inprisioned school girls this goes on for quite some time you know the sweating , grabing, slapping, sqealing......then the door flys open "What in the Sam hell!!"my father roars........and Georges parents just stand there with there bleed'n mouths hanging about on the floor.....me i was in my third prime "Get the _f_u_c_k_ out of 'ere"! to be continued