Post by Randy Seed on Dec 13, 2020 18:47:33 GMT -5
fall 1993
"pop!popppppp!mom says diners redi."
brauny tine ager randy seed persewd his farthar oparating the sloe moving swather as it cut the goldon crop.his fathars head inkliend fourwads stering dillygently at his labore of love.randy shoutid over the noisy hum of the masheen but went unansared.as he wold from then on.he ran ajaysent to the vihickle to get his farthars atenshun.as he got paralel he spyd the glast over look in his farthars eyes.unblinking.vaycent.spektral.
"pop!"
he climed up the swather lada and shufald towards the cab nocking on the glas.but ther was no ansa.panikt he smasht the glas with wetherd fists.his bludy fingas broak into the cab.he lent past his farthars slumpt body to stomp the brake pedil.he brusht his farthars frigid skin and instintly fel to the gronde weeping.he just new.his belovd farthar was gon.randy sobd and sobd in gutral dispare.sudenly the werld simed far les colarful.its howples graynes cunshumd him.
desemba 2020
now 41 but with podgi uthfulnes randy rides the swather his farthar perisht on.he epeers to be riding in serkles intransed in his thorts.a kew from the camra man snaps him owt of it.
"and acshun"
he looks towads the camra with perpus.
"soldado fortuna am i wresling you or yor woman???are you misterius becose youv got some thing to hyde or becaus theres reali no thing werth shouing off?i howp you like farming puns becus i have a pleythora.ooh big word for a cuntry bumpkin rite.at supa clash lets separayt the weet from the chav.im gona sythe you like a lam to the slawta.when i kik the manyore out of you youll be sent to pastyeres new.if victoria trys to pepa spray me like she did to rajin ill spray her with my pepa til she gets furtilised like an udder bitch.im just graysing rite now but ill eet you alife wen were in that ring.you reep wat you soe soldado and youve bin soeing an ugly sweta wich no longa fits.i wil kultevayt a harvist of pain on your ass.your rype for the piking.victoria beta not come to clowse becose i am a very atraktiv boy and ill atrakt her in my trakta then plow her feeld.wam bam thank you mam."
a voyce cries ote from no were.
"mor seerius.be reel.shoe them the randy seed i know."
he looks a rownde.
"who was that?"
sielense.randy continoes.
"now the fiteing tork is over i have to be onest.i am skard.im so ote my depv its un beelefabl.i have no ideer why im here.this isnt imposta sindrowem i am awear that im not good at this.its ok lets face it.gote puld some strings for me and my dreems has come troe.but 1 thing i dont want you peepal to do is think im a joek.i cud be redoecd to a meer farmboy steriotiep and mayb id make monie and merchendies that way.but im no joek.im just a guy triing to get by do his best to make my pop prowd.teknikali im not an artiste like fortuna.i dont no a rist lok from a rist watch.i jump like a vergin in a cuecumba feeld.in utha words bad."
he gets emoshunal.
"so why do i have even a pigs chans in an abatwaa of victori??wel i dont think im a mecksikan god or wateva.i have hughmility and no i can alweys lern and improov.unda estimayt me at your peril and youl come a cropa.sorry anova farm pun my bad."
he wels up.teers streeming doen his face.
"but most imporetantli unlyke you i dont wresle for a rich bitch puling my strings.i wresle for the best man who eva livt.the man who left an indelibal marc and al weys inspyrs me to be beta.me?im no 1.but im sum 1- may be even the numba 1 wen i do it for him."
his criing hed fals to the weel.wen he raysis it gote is siting next to him in the cab.
"wer did you come from???"
"ive al ways bin heer" gote replys.
spookie sielense.then continew.
"oh soldado.1 last thing.mascs are stewpid."
gote cofs.ofendid.
"yours isnt a masc its a metafore."
gote puts an arm on randys sholda.
"dam strate seed.i new you got poetenshul."
the end.