So Earl is in the hospital

Earl is one of my Uncle's best friends, he's a black dude. He used to help take care of me when I was a kid. When my mom split I lived with my granny.

So one day my granny and granddad left me with my Uncle Kenny and Earl. Kenny came in and started a bath and told Earl to make sure I took a bath. Then he went out to wash his car. A little time passes by and Kennys see me standing on the front porch with a dry as a bone. With empty vitamin bottle in hand. Kenny says "how many vitamins did you eat" I say "two". "How many did Mark eat" I say "two" "Where the HELL is Earl"

Earl was asleep on the couch. The whole house was flooded. And I had to have my stomach pumped. I apparantly had eaten about three hundred Flinstone vitamins.

Kenny and Earl also used to take me and my brother to the pool hall with them. They were great babysitters. And I am sure I learned lots of stuff at an early age hanging out with them.

Earl has stomach cancer. He has had two surgeries over the past 10 days. But the cancer is pretty much through out his entire body. They say he doesn't have much longer. Here's to Earl and the experiences we shared. I may not remember all of them. But I bet it was always an adventure.

Sooo

I decided to try Wellbutrin. Didn't like it. It was like my brain was empty I was totally thoughtless.

Also I was standing in my kitchen. It seemed like I had been there a while and I said to my self....self why are you sitting on a chair in your head. It was like I was sitting on a chair in my brain watching everything that was going on in my house.

I got this from a friends, friends myspace. But it pretty much sums it up.

Mourning
I want to scream and cry
But still I move forward
My head begins to ache and I frown all the time
But still I move forward
Small things are mountainous, big things galactic, my skin feels rubbed raw
But still I move forward
I feel the loss continually and want to shake the uneffected
But still I move forward
I strive for peace
I try to focus on the possitives,
I grasp at the strings of routine to no avail
I stop moving though my world is a cyclone
I can't seem to find my way around the loss
So I lay And breathe
I stare And wait
Till morning when I am once again forced into motion
And I move forward

Kids can tear up anything. There is nothing that a kid can't destroy. My dad used to tell me "You could tear up a brick bat." I am not sure what a brickbat is, but I can tear the shit out of one.