Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Coffee Stain Alien Flipper Boy



When I was growing up, there was a boy who showed up one day for football tryouts. He had big hollowed-out eyes the color of coffee stains and flippers for hands. He didn't make the team and neither did I.

We commiserated but didn't become friends. I could never get over his coffee hollow stare and the slimy fishy smell of his flipper hands.

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