wildwestwind: Dumbass

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Welcome to these writing warmups, blatherings, rantings, meditations, perorations, salutations, latest and those on time, those narrative, declarative, interrogative, gollywogative and other outdated, belated, simulated musings, perusings, shavings and other close calls, with no disrespect intended, that's why no real names included whenever impossible to avoid the guilt that came in the crib for uttering something that would hurt or injure those in authority, being of everlasting servitude to all and sundry, having chosen the road not taken and the frost on the pumpkin long before the kettle turned black or the cat found its own tail fascinating,
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Friday, June 18, 2010

Dumbass

Or is it Dumass? No. That's an author. French. Son writes too.
The thing is, I remember being addressed by this term and I thought, I'm not dumb, so maybe it's my behavior, something I was doing...

The cool thing about adolescence is that you just observed it. Though you were in it, you weren't in it. Was this an out of body experience? Holy...

Enough of that...I was trying to say something really wise about the oil spill and this came out, just bubbled up to the surface. That's why I wear a hat.