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| ***BIO*** Jason Fisk lives in a suburb of Chicago with his wife and daughter. He teaches students with behavior disorders and writes poetry in his spare time. He barely maintains a website which can be found at: www.jasonfisk.com |
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| Driving |
| by Jason Fisk |
| While I was driving, this mother fucker rides up on my ass and honks as he
passes me. (I’ve slowed down since the birth of my daughter, I think it is a combination of my wildly active imagination, the two years I worked in an Emergency Room and my enormous love for my daughter). Like I said, the mother fucker honks and then passes, or passes and then honks, cuz I didn’t get a good look at him at the time. He then cuts me off and I say “fuck” out loud. My daughter is in her car seat, just listening for words to repeat, and yes, she starts repeating the word “fuck” over and over. Well now, I’m really pissed because in my mind this fucker has been the catalyst for the introduction of this foul word to my daughter. I switch lanes and swerve behind this guy’s old broke down Renault Alliance. I immediately notice two things, the first is his “Ultimate Fighter” bumper sticker, the second is the size and lumpiness of the silhouette of this guy’s head. I’m thinking this guy has to be retarded or something. I then have to pass this guy to see what kind of person drives a Renault Alliance, has an “Ultimate Fighter” bumper sticker and has such and enormous, lumpy head. My foot hits the gas and I quickly pull up beside him. My foot eased off the gas in awe when I see this guy’s hair. It was a graying masterpiece. The once silhouetted lumps were now intricate waves of plastered hair feathering into other intricate lumps of feathered hair. A masterpiece I thought as my daughter said “fuck, fuck fuck…” To which I said “fuck’n-a-right kid, fuck’n-a-right.” |
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| April 2007 |
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