hamletjr (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hamletjr) wrote,@ 2005-04-01 12:51:00 |
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Unbelievable!!!!
If I look like I've just seen a ghost, it's because I fucking did!!!!
The most amazing thing happened! I still have a hard time believing it..
So, Horatio and I went the garden. My uncle --oh, sorry my "New Daddy" *puke*-- could be heard singing in a slurred voice.
"Man, your uncle is a boozehound," Horatio said.
"Him and the whole fucking country," I said. "I don't know, it's just a Danish thing, I guess. It's really disgusting."
I wanted to go on my usual rant about rampant alcoholism, when suddenly, my dad appeared.
That's my real dad, the one who's dead and buried.
I sort of squeaked in a high voice and said, "Wha.. what?"
Then he started winking at me.
Horatio said, "Look, it wants you to come with it!"
I found my cool and said, "I'm going to talk to it."
"No way dude!"
"What's it gonna do, punch me? It's a ghost!"
"You're not going!"
But I did. It was like the weirdest dream I'd ever had, and then some.
We came to someplace quiet and the ghost started talking.
"Hey Hamlet," he said, "it's me, your dad. Listen up, you have to avenge my death. I was killed."
"Holy crap!"
"They said I was bitten by a snake. They were right, your uncle is a fucking snake."
"I KNEW it!" I said. "I fucking KNEW it!!"
"He had the hots for your mom for a long time and so, when I was dozing off here in the garden, he poured some poison in my ear and killed me. So please, kill the fucking bastard for me?"
And then he disappeared, just like that. I was dumbstruck.
"Fucking motherfucker!" I said, and then realized how true that was and got even angrier. "I'm gonna get medieval on his ass!"
Then Horatio came up to me.
"Dude, what'd he say?"
"I can't tell you."
"No offense dude, but what the fuck?! I'm supposed to be your friend!"
"Yes offense," I replied. "The ghost told the truth, I know it."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Listen, you gotta promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't tell anyone about this, ok."
"I won't."
"Swear."
And then suddenly, we heard my dad's voice also saying "Swear."
We were both freaked out again, and Horatio said in this wimpy voice: "I swear."
"Thanks, dude," I said. "Now let's go catch some Zs. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty freaked out by the whole thing."
So that's where we stand now. A ghost (not the most reliable source you can imagine, but still) told me that my uncle and new stepdad KILLED my dad. I have to think hard about what I'm gonna do next.
If I look like I've just seen a ghost, it's because I fucking did!!!!
The most amazing thing happened! I still have a hard time believing it..
So, Horatio and I went the garden. My uncle --oh, sorry my "New Daddy" *puke*-- could be heard singing in a slurred voice.
"Man, your uncle is a boozehound," Horatio said.
"Him and the whole fucking country," I said. "I don't know, it's just a Danish thing, I guess. It's really disgusting."
I wanted to go on my usual rant about rampant alcoholism, when suddenly, my dad appeared.
That's my real dad, the one who's dead and buried.
I sort of squeaked in a high voice and said, "Wha.. what?"
Then he started winking at me.
Horatio said, "Look, it wants you to come with it!"
I found my cool and said, "I'm going to talk to it."
"No way dude!"
"What's it gonna do, punch me? It's a ghost!"
"You're not going!"
But I did. It was like the weirdest dream I'd ever had, and then some.
We came to someplace quiet and the ghost started talking.
"Hey Hamlet," he said, "it's me, your dad. Listen up, you have to avenge my death. I was killed."
"Holy crap!"
"They said I was bitten by a snake. They were right, your uncle is a fucking snake."
"I KNEW it!" I said. "I fucking KNEW it!!"
"He had the hots for your mom for a long time and so, when I was dozing off here in the garden, he poured some poison in my ear and killed me. So please, kill the fucking bastard for me?"
And then he disappeared, just like that. I was dumbstruck.
"Fucking motherfucker!" I said, and then realized how true that was and got even angrier. "I'm gonna get medieval on his ass!"
Then Horatio came up to me.
"Dude, what'd he say?"
"I can't tell you."
"No offense dude, but what the fuck?! I'm supposed to be your friend!"
"Yes offense," I replied. "The ghost told the truth, I know it."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Listen, you gotta promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't tell anyone about this, ok."
"I won't."
"Swear."
And then suddenly, we heard my dad's voice also saying "Swear."
We were both freaked out again, and Horatio said in this wimpy voice: "I swear."
"Thanks, dude," I said. "Now let's go catch some Zs. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty freaked out by the whole thing."
So that's where we stand now. A ghost (not the most reliable source you can imagine, but still) told me that my uncle and new stepdad KILLED my dad. I have to think hard about what I'm gonna do next.
