Blacklight Slip n Slide Suicide Birthday and Housewarming Salutations to The Nervous Breakdown
July 22nd, 2008by James Michael Blaine
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE-
A birthday is a miserable God-forsaken thing unless you are seven years old with red velvet cake and a Slip and Slide.
I turned seven once, with red velvet cake and a Slip and Slide and I told my mother I wanted nothing at the party but girls and I am sure she felt I would either grow up to be a flaming homosexual or a whoremonger.
My birthday came around, a lazy overcast day with lots of young ladies from school, Katie Collie with her hair in pigtails, Sherri Murphy and Hott Bridgette Brock, Rebecca Anne Denny and some of their girlfriends even and then some boy cousins and a few neighbor guys showed up and my mother let Donald Aspern, a completely loud and irritating boy who stood too close when he talked, cut the cake.


