Monday, May 05, 2003

Saturday afternoon the manchild downstairs,

Saturday afternoon the manchild downstairs, who struggles daily to overcome the continuing consequences of a serious head injury suffered years ago, waited till we lay down for a couchy nap before turning on the karaoke machine and starting to bellow out his favorite song.  It’s barely recognizeable as music when he sings, and there is no way to sleep through it.  Also, he’ll replay and resing the same cloying lovesong (in chinese) dozens of times over, without pause or surcease.  But this time he only played though about four iterations of the song before his wavering howl of a voice went silent and he turned off the stereo.  I think it was because, after months of working on it, he finally KILLED that song.  In condolence, please send money, porn and candy to the Chucklehut.  It is how our people mourn.