when my son
was about 3, he was very cute and random passers-by would stop and coo at his inherited good looks.

however, one day, this fucking BANSHEE of a tramp started towards us. making her best toothless attempts at coo-ing. she was filthy, like a coalminer but with months old, shit and piss stains.

my eyes locked on to her diseased hands as they extended in a zombie like fashion towards my germ free progeny.

I had already calculated where she would land when i pushed her away from the pram, and how much of a scene it would cause, but i never had to, as i swerved the pram away from her fetid grasp and told her to

"get tay fuck"

as i drew alongside her....it never registered, her eyes were glazed from years of abuse, booze and hard living.

i never assaulted her, but was completely prepared to do so.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 16:30, Reply)