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No Stairway to Heaven
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by Jerry Whorebach 07/09/2006, 3:29am PDT |
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About ten years back I lived down the street from a Tool fan. I could tell he listened to Tool because his truck's most prominent bumper sticker said so. He was very fat and often emphasized it by not wearing a shirt. Sometimes he would lie in his truck's bed while his girlfriend drove him around. His girlfriend lived with him but also with her parents - a riddle? NO! Because the house he lived in was HER PARENTS HOUSE and they were nice enough to let him stay there.
I started calling him "Tool" and pretty soon all the other kids in my junior high did too. I don't think he ever understood it was because of the sticker. But here's the best part: one evening I found a dead mouse and, under cover of darkness, put it in the driver's seat of his girlfriend's parents' car. "WHO'S GOT ANXIETY NOW TUBBY?" I screamed after I ran out of sight. I don't think we had ever spoken prior to that. |
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