Author (#28)November 2005 Archives
When I was a child, my friends and i had a very elite Ghost Busters club that my little brother Kevin, wanted very badly to join. I remember my mother pleading with me to let him in but I insisted that he didn't have the courage or reasoning power to handle the kind of paranormal action that we were up against on a daily basis. She suggested that he start a club of his own and so Ghost Drownders was formed (this is how it was pronounced). She helped him make a logo similar to the one shown above. I think that the only two members were my brother and mother.
It's been years since I have busted a ghost... my methods are too old and predictable. Today I'd be proud to be a Ghost Drownder if the Ghost Drownders would have me but I wouldn't be surprised if they refused. What ghosts would ever expect to be drownded?
he was editing his prayers again.
how could he talk about his granny porn habits when
his therapist was a duomillequinquegenarian?
he wanted to say that it was his undying thirst for wisdom
but in his heart he knew that this logic was flawed.
it would be as if he could absorb the gift of flight
by pumping a virtual hawk on the internet.
fear was what continually pulled him back to these sites.
he imagined a Klansman grunting with ecstasy over
the interracial action on his screen as somewhere
time-zones away, a woman whispers...
"...who's your granny?"
to someone almost his entire age
younger than he.
