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So
the end result of that whole meeting landed me in stinking detention for like a
week, or something stupid like that. It turned out that old Wiggle Butt was the
son of a pastor too. He tells me all about his kidhood and stuff and how he had
to live in this spotlight and stuff. He was all trying to build some kind of
rapport or something like that with me.
I
don’t know… I guess he wasn’t all that bad of a guy after all.
Check
this out- he told me how he ended up with his limp. He even said he knew all
about the Wiggle Butt name and all. Anyhow, when he was around fifteen or so he
had just started to get into drinking and stuff, he had gone to this trestle,
you know, one of those bridges for trains. Anyhow they were all going to the
trestles to jump off it. It was over this bay by the beach and people would
jump off it into the water. He said the trick was to wait for a train to come
by and then wait for the last second before you would jump. Anyhow, he was
getting all set to jump off the rail when one of his friends pushed him from
behind.
So
that totally set him off balance as he fell; and it was like way up there at
about forty-five or fifty feet high! Stink, that is a stupid high to be jumping
from. So anyway, he said that instead of hitting the water all feet first, he
went in at some weird angle. And when he hit the water his leg was kind of
yanked one direction and his body went another. Man, it gives me the willies
just to think about it. His leg was ripped out the hip socket and all these
tendons were like ripped to shreds. So ever since then he’s had this funky walk
because he never quite healed all the way.
But
then he got all preachy with me. He says he wouldn’t normally talk like that to
a kid, but me being the kid of a preacher and all, he thought it would be okay.
Stink. Then he starts telling me all this stupid stuff about how he had been
doing bad things, and how his messed up hip helped him to get his “head on
straight”. He said it was like this big wakeup call and how every limpy step
reminded him of how he could have died and how he should be living his life for
God and stuff like that. I mean, it was all the stuff I had heard before. Not the
limpy part, but the stuff about God.
That’s
all well and good when all you’ve got on yourself is your own hurt and all. I
mean, stink, it wasn’t even his fault. Try being the guy that pushed him off
the bridge. Was it a wakeup call for him? If I was Wiggle Butt I’d of given
that guy a wakeup call with a few kicks to the head! That’s what people should
get when they’re just joking around and they hurt someone really bad. What an
idiot. What a stupid idiot!
So anyhow, I end up
being stuck in detention. It was the first time I had gotten in any real kind
of trouble at school. And it started that same afternoon. I was supposed to
bring homework or a book to read because there was supposed to be no talking or
messing around or having any kind of fun. Stink, you were in trouble. It’s not
like you were supposed to be playing board games or something stupid like that.
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