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the last time i played tag was at my 5th birthday party.
i was it.
i quickly identified the weakest of the herd, davey. our eyes met and he froze momentarily as the rest of the boys nervously dispersed.
davey was no match. the chase was on. he ran with open palms as if he was paddling the air around him for more speed but it didn't work. it only exaggerated his sissy form.
he was running forward but was looking back at me and giggling maniacally. i don't think he ever saw the bbq grill (the kind cemented into the ground). the sound of his skull hitting the hollow, empty grill resonated like an ill tuned gong.
red ran from the gash in his forehead and into the grass. it was easy to tag him as he lay on the ground.
party over. mom put davey and i in the back seat of the car. we stopped to pick up his mother on the way to the hospital. davey's mom asked what kind of birthday party this was and how could my mother ever let this happen. she swore at my mom several times.
one of my birthday gifts was a tin of flesh colored waxy movie makeup. in the back seat, i formed it into a gash shape similar to davey's and pressed it to my forehead so i could be like davey. we laughed.
so anyway, today i was tagged . i perused the list of dfw blogs for the sickly and weak. natural selection pointed to chris. fueled by coffee and cigarettes his movement may be twitchy and unpredictable, but stamina will be a problem. the texas plains are expansive.
chris, clench your fists when you run and watch out for the grill.
Posted by griff at July 23, 2002 03:13 AM