tinysharks

Don't Nobody Say Nothin' Bad About Miss Jenkins

This sewing circle
These Chatty Cathy dolls tugging at their strings ad infinitum to keep the flow going
Repeating what they overheard from two tables back
And its not about strangers
Not about random neighborhood leches who wander about adjusting themselves
Its about their friends
Its about their roommates
Its about people they grew about with
About people theyre related to
And each story is spun a little differently each time its told
The telephone game
If you sit with the same people long enough
Stay sober enough to remember
Listen closely enough
You can watch the stories evolve
If you can start at the source and not at someone who heard from someone
You learn of motives as the stories progress
If allowed to last long enough
They all turn out the same way
The stories, that is

It was a gangbang

He blew the cab driver and for a bottle of Robotussin

I woke up and she was stealing my insulin

I found him jerking off to the Quaker Oats box into my kitchen sink

And for what?
These are your friends
The people that are closest to you
The stories are repeated and altered so much so that they are unrecognizable
At the end
Everyone comes out looking like shit
The storys subject
For shitting in someones foyer and groping them up against the hall closet when in actuality they may have tracked in some dirt dragging your inebriated corpse home from happy hour
And you
You look even worse
Because you told the same story half an hour ago
Without the shitting
Without the groping
You look even worse
Because theyre supposed to be your friend
I guess that doesnt mean anything anymore
You look even worse
Because I didnt even ask