I know a few of these unholy people. Let me introduce you JoT, the Dawnbreaker.
Beware! the bumptious Dawnbreaker
Who parties from dusk till day
With merriment and mischief aplenty
To steal your sleep away!
But perhaps my leetle seester summed it up best in Epic Text Of The Weekend:
Those who laugh know nothing of the Dawnbreaker. Just yesterday, I know a man who broke dawn with JoT, offering supplications of Jack Daniels and beer, but no mercy was shown him the next day. His mouth was become dry, and his head and back were racked with pains. He spent the day burning incense and abasing himself before all the gods, but he knew dawn had broken upon his head, smiting him as if with a club, and the gods do not hear the cries of the fools such as he! Be warned and laugh no more, for the rays of sun signal your doom.
And that's how I spent my Christmas vacation.
Your friend must be the inspiration for the following lyric-- except she probably was not born until many years later. Nevertheless-- she may still be this girl:
ReplyDeleteThe water was cold//The beach was empty but for one//Now you were lying in the sun//Wanting and needing no-one//Then some child came, you never asked for her to come//She drank a pint of your rum//And later when you told me//You aid she was a bore//Sometimes i wish//Often i wish//That i never knew some of those secrets of yours. –Carly Simon, ~1972
Champagne Rules
Of course she was not a bore--he just lied during that part of the confession.
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