Capricorns
JAN. 19, 1926
You wake up to a perfect early morning, full of song birds and sunlight.
You are just a bit hung-over but full of hopeful anticipation, knowing for sure today is the day
your package will arrive by mail!
You will bounce down the stairs with a song in your heart "Oh what a beautiful morning"
and a never-ending grin on your lips.
You enter the kitchen with a huge appetite. Everything you make for breakfast seems to cook itself. What a great day.
Shortly before noon you hear someone coming down the road, and you wait.
IT'S THE MAILMAN, AND HE'S PUTTING SOMETHING INTO YOUR MAILBOX!
Without thinking you run out the door, into the long grass of your front yard in your bare feet.
As you run to your destination, you are unaware of the rusty wire coat hanger that's imbedded itself with only the hook exposed.
As you run past the hook is thrust into your foot between your big and first toe.
The pain is unbelievable, but all you can think of is the mailbox.
You haven't received any mail for months, this has to be it!
As you pry your foot free and stand, you are unaware of the spurting blood.
But, limping your way to the box, suddenly it becomes all to clear how far it really is.
Finally, you gimp up-to the box along the old dirt road, dragging your bloody foot in the gravel. You grab the handle of the box and pull...
NOTHING! IT'S RUSTED SHUT!
Using both hands you try one more time, it flings open. But you lose you balance and fall backwards. Looking back you see the broken Coors bottle you threw out of your Model A pickup truck the night before. Your palm lands on the broken bottom, as your back makes contact with the gravel and shards of glass. Laying in the dirty road you know it can't get much worse. A bad bout of Tetanus for sure!
That's when you hear that fateful rattle!
You turn your head just in time to see the pit viper lung at your throat.
There you lay probably about to die, but it doesn't matter your special package has arrived!
You crawl over to the mailbox trying to raise your body up to the box.
Reaching in you only feel...a single letter.
Your eyes are becoming cloudy, you must move faster to see what it said.
With your last clear vision you see that...
it's a foreclosure notice!
You wake up to a perfect early morning, full of song birds and sunlight.
You are just a bit hung-over but full of hopeful anticipation, knowing for sure today is the day
your package will arrive by mail!
You will bounce down the stairs with a song in your heart "Oh what a beautiful morning"
and a never-ending grin on your lips.
You enter the kitchen with a huge appetite. Everything you make for breakfast seems to cook itself. What a great day.
Shortly before noon you hear someone coming down the road, and you wait.
IT'S THE MAILMAN, AND HE'S PUTTING SOMETHING INTO YOUR MAILBOX!
Without thinking you run out the door, into the long grass of your front yard in your bare feet.
As you run to your destination, you are unaware of the rusty wire coat hanger that's imbedded itself with only the hook exposed.
As you run past the hook is thrust into your foot between your big and first toe.
The pain is unbelievable, but all you can think of is the mailbox.
You haven't received any mail for months, this has to be it!
As you pry your foot free and stand, you are unaware of the spurting blood.
But, limping your way to the box, suddenly it becomes all to clear how far it really is.
Finally, you gimp up-to the box along the old dirt road, dragging your bloody foot in the gravel. You grab the handle of the box and pull...
NOTHING! IT'S RUSTED SHUT!
Using both hands you try one more time, it flings open. But you lose you balance and fall backwards. Looking back you see the broken Coors bottle you threw out of your Model A pickup truck the night before. Your palm lands on the broken bottom, as your back makes contact with the gravel and shards of glass. Laying in the dirty road you know it can't get much worse. A bad bout of Tetanus for sure!
That's when you hear that fateful rattle!
You turn your head just in time to see the pit viper lung at your throat.
There you lay probably about to die, but it doesn't matter your special package has arrived!
You crawl over to the mailbox trying to raise your body up to the box.
Reaching in you only feel...a single letter.
Your eyes are becoming cloudy, you must move faster to see what it said.
With your last clear vision you see that...
it's a foreclosure notice!
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