My Name Is Dale...

Simlish3 · 20-08-2008, 12:12 AM

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Introduction

My eyes were getting heavy; my legs were all but steady, I could see the front door of my home at the end of the sloping alley way. It was raining, and my jeans weighed a ton. Just then my neighbour peeps out of her window and shouts “Hey dumbo! You are drunk again, watch your step otherwise you might slip and fall”
“No Clara, I am not drunk!” I replied, but she was not to fall for that trick, she knew me like the back of her hand. She just smiled and said “No wonder your carrying your umbrella closed, and using a dirty newspaper as a hood. Man! What has gotten into you? You crazy mixed up guy!” And she shut her window and left me alone.

That’s when I asked myself “What is happening to me?” All I could think of is nothing, I was blank inside. I stay still in the rain, my eyes closed, and seeking forgiveness. But why was I seeking forgiveness? Was it for my disastrous drinking pattern? Or ignoring the one person I love in this world? All of a sudden I felt sick, and hated myself.
I was halfway through the alley when I stopped and looked around; the alley a bore dead look. The only things that looked alive were the two flickering lights, one at the front porch and the other a street lamp at the end of the alley. Suddenly near the flickering lamp post, I catch a glimpse of a silhouette; it looked so familiar yet so forgettable, who could that be? That’s when I called out “Hey lady, you don’t have an umbrella, you could have mine!?”
The reply I got was “Oi, Dale you crack pot, quit yelling at the lamppost, it will dry up in the morning! Mlalalalalalaou drunks tend to a follow a routine every night!”

Before I had time to explain to her about my ‘vision’, Clara said “Yes I know she is without an umbrella, but why don’t you leave her alone and sit down on that tree stump, while I get dressed and royally escort you home before you wake up the neighbours!” So there I sat, cold and wet, with my mind hot about whether that silhouette was really a hoax or real.

TheNightSeeker · 20-08-2008, 11:26 AM

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20-08-2008, 12:12 AM	#1 (permalink)
Simlish3 Forum Junkie Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: southampton Age: 20 Posts: 3,158	My Name Is Dale... http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm246/xmojobaybeex/snapshot_35b78f96_55b790dd-1.jpg Introduction My eyes were getting heavy; my legs were all but steady, I could see the front door of my home at the end of the sloping alley way. It was raining, and my jeans weighed a ton. Just then my neighbour peeps out of her window and shouts “Hey dumbo! You are drunk again, watch your step otherwise you might slip and fall” “No Clara, I am not drunk!” I replied, but she was not to fall for that trick, she knew me like the back of her hand. She just smiled and said “No wonder your carrying your umbrella closed, and using a dirty newspaper as a hood. Man! What has gotten into you? You crazy mixed up guy!” And she shut her window and left me alone. That’s when I asked myself “What is happening to me?” All I could think of is nothing, I was blank inside. I stay still in the rain, my eyes closed, and seeking forgiveness. But why was I seeking forgiveness? Was it for my disastrous drinking pattern? Or ignoring the one person I love in this world? All of a sudden I felt sick, and hated myself. I was halfway through the alley when I stopped and looked around; the alley a bore dead look. The only things that looked alive were the two flickering lights, one at the front porch and the other a street lamp at the end of the alley. Suddenly near the flickering lamp post, I catch a glimpse of a silhouette; it looked so familiar yet so forgettable, who could that be? That’s when I called out “Hey lady, you don’t have an umbrella, you could have mine!?” The reply I got was “Oi, Dale you crack pot, quit yelling at the lamppost, it will dry up in the morning! Mlalalalalalaou drunks tend to a follow a routine every night!” Before I had time to explain to her about my ‘vision’, Clara said “Yes I know she is without an umbrella, but why don’t you leave her alone and sit down on that tree stump, while I get dressed and royally escort you home before you wake up the neighbours!” So there I sat, cold and wet, with my mind hot about whether that silhouette was really a hoax or real. __________________ Last edited by Simlish3; 20-08-2008 at 12:52 AM..

20-08-2008, 11:26 AM	#2 (permalink)
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