Monday, October 17, 2011

Good mornings 18102011

It was eerie in the dark to walk with a heavy package on my backpack. But I had no other choice. Dad said the house was going to be painted. I had to move up my old trunk. May be he had a small clue and this might have been a warning to remove the naughty things out from the trunk. It was long before I had access to internet and computer. My friend introduced me to what can be called as 'cheap porn'. They didn't cost much, had raunchy voluptous figures and erotic stories. I did up a fairly big collection and even fantasized being a writer. Although I no longer used them, I couldn't simply make up my mind to throw it away, due to an unknown sentimental attachment. Now the skeletons had to go out of the cupboard and that too secretly. So I risked darkness, humiliation and reptiles to dispose off my darlings. Now I no longer have them. Woe unto the muncipal cleaner.

I seriously think there should be some sort of place where you can burn your past.

Tonight I am attempting an adventure. I don't want to disclose it in advance lest it backfires. Wait for me.

3 comments:

Kidty said...

You have a father who uses wisdom,much to be admired there,where as the friend led you to harm,we gotta be so careful who we hang out with.Thanks for showing us the contrast,sometimes can't appreciate the truly good until we se the contast.

jane.healy said...

I am having funny visions of you sneaking through the streets weighed down by your backpack ...

Enjoy your adventure Jon, I look forward to hearing about it!

Mingled Minds said...

hahahahaaa...injoy the clean up...