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Karma Exists
2001-11-11 - 1:12 p.m.


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Karma exists.  I am certain of it.

Tony told me a story of karma, friday, as we started to screw a buzz on with wicked smiles and sick laughter.

When Tony was a child, in the neighborhood lived a retarded boy.

Tony was young, pre-teen or so, and he would ride his bicycle by and taunt the retard by making idiotic sounds.

"Blaup-buh-doy-duh-duh-duh."  he would spout as he rode his BMX by the retard in the yard.

He later felt bad about it.  Its nothing he's proud of, taunting the mentally handicapped.

Years later, Tony was twenty-three and close to marraige, in the super-market with his soon-to-be-wife.

In an aisle of the supermarket, they run into the retard and his mother.

The waterhead is an adult now, fully grown.

Upon seeing Tony and his girl, his eyes light up.

He excitedly staggers over to Tony's girl like Frankenstien with a plan, grabs her head with both hands, and proceeds to give her a full facial tongue lick from the base of her jaw to the top of her forehead.

Full on facial lick.

Then stood there and giggled.  

Probably not a day went by when he didn't think of what he would do if he saw Tony again.

The chickens had come home to roost.  And they were large, retarded, and in charge with massive facial licking.

And in such a manner, karma had re-asserted itself, and we are all better for it.

 


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