It might have been embarrassing for Lynetta, but it was worse for me.
I was still in elementary school, and the Mystery Pisser guys were in high school.
They were ripe and ragged, raging power chords through the neighborhood, while I looked like I’d just gotten back from Sunday school.
I’d get so nervous going down there that my voice would squeak when I’d tell Lynetta it was time for dinner.
It literally squeaked. But after a while the band dropped Mystery from their name,
and Pisser and its entourage got used to me showing up.
And instead of glaring at me, they started saying stuff like, “Hey, baby brother, come on in!”
“Hey, Brycie boy, wanna jam?” This, then, is how I wound up in Skyler Brown’s garage,
surrounded by high school kids, watching a boa constrictor swallow eggs.
Since I’d already seen it down a rat in the Baker brothers’ bedroom, Pisser had lost at least some of the element of surprise.
Plus, I picked up on the fact that they’d been saving this little show to freak me out, and I really didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
This wasn’t easy, though, because watching a snake swallow an egg is actually much creepier than you might think.
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