Cremating Skeltons from the Closet

O. Sister works for her county as a welfare caseworker, but I think she's called an income maintanence specialsit, but I want you to know what I'm talking about here so think "welfare worker". So it was in this capacity she ran into Tama. And wouldn't you know it, that bitch gave Tama my number.

She'd just gotten out of prison - punishment for holding a gun to someone's head. I asked how many times she had pulled the trigger. When she said none, I commiserated on how unfair a prison sentence obviously was. She spent some of my precious time reminiscing:

"Remeber the time we illegal activity, illegal activity, unfit for print, and then went over and illegal activity?"

So I may have substituted some of my words for hers. Only in the interest of brevity, I swear. This phone call had me so unnerved. I was not my incredibly quick witted self. Trust me when I tell you my friendhsip with this blast from the past ended when it needed to, and that was years ago. And I don't think I need to worry about her phoning again in the hopes of rekindling our aquaintence or hitting me up for money since the phone went dead, I'm talking ashes to ashes - dust to dust dead, after I finally came up with the perfect panacea:

"Tama. Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal savior?"

Comments

[Weltzy]

The power of words...That's true wit!

[Weltzy]

I forgot to say - - "and now back to juggling Beatles"

[sparky]

R.I.P., Tama.
If someone had just called, I could have provided some much needed flair for your obit. Forgive me if this seems harsh. I mean, I have had ten minutes to recover.

P - I mean it - P