(A tale half told) BARAK!

The strangest thing happened recently. I assure you embellishment is not the means by which I write. This is factual and convincingly weird.

My classmates and I were given sections of a textbook to read aloud during class. When it came upon me to read the whole class jumped out of their desks and ran to the door. Some leaving the class all together while others just looked through the doorways armpits and keyholes. Even the teacher was tip toed and clawing for a sight. After a few minutes of this monkey at the glass exhibition they turned and laughed back to their desks. I supposed I didn’t think much of it at the time, well not enough to get out of my desk and fight for a glimpse. I was relying on the front-runners of this spectacle to hand that baton of insight. Frankie, a petit, squirrelly-eyed girl who saw it all and wanted all to see! I was told of hundreds of ties and shirts hanging from the ceiling of the parking lots ceiling. Then she snickered a little snicker and drooled saying there was also a pair of boxers hanging like a flag above the cars. No choice but to grin, I grinned. Back to the book, I finished my “informative” section on anthropology, which was a lengthy two paragraphs long. Not having seen the parking area kind of disappointed me but school was nearly out. The moment that bell rang excitement bit my heels and I ran. I saw them all, they were blue, red, plaid, striped, and MINE! These ties were all mine! My van had been filled with clothing, as I didn’t have a place to store it all. I immediately ran to it to see if anything else had been done. The tires were fine, the dents were still there and most important of all I still had my jamming keyboard. It wasn't until i climbed into my usual saddle that i noticed something peculiar, it was a Styrofoam box holding the remains of someone’s teriyaki lunch at my feet. A clue I suppose. With the help of a friend I began to dismantle the abundance of ties hanging so naturally from the ceiling. This was a hard task because the ceiling was so high. To my surprise John Olerud comes walking up and decides to help, he is one tall fellow. Actually he was just the perfect height for plucking them down. The ties were free but now remained the boxers, my shame was too much so I left them there, hanging, waiting, forgotten. I thanked Mr. Olerud for his kindness and was on my way. I guess I blacked out for a while, the next thing I remember I am holding an orange IPOD Mini, which contained the address and phone numbers of about 10 people. I had found the gadget in the cracks of my rear seat where I kept the ties. As well as having the names and phone numbers of this mans friends I had his, Barak.

DANG it’s too bad that was a dream it was just getting good and someone decided to call me! Pieces of crap! Maybe one day or even some day I will catch Barak.
Good day,
adam