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Showing posts with label School Graduation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School Graduation. Show all posts

Friday, May 31, 2013

Creepy Kid Next Door Graduates

Hi Old Forgotten Folks…Creepy Kid Next Door Here…

Haven’t seen me in awhile have ya?  Ya know why? Because I have been scoring hot babes during my Senior year in High School!!

Yeah…Take that, munch faces, and dig it…I am GRADUATING from High School tomorrow, and let me tell you!!

I have kissed so much damn face and scored so many points while I have been ballin’ and High Schoolin’ that my lips are swollen!!

Holy your face…I was, the baller of all-time, picking up High School girls n’shit.

My Dad asks me why I never made All-County High School Basketball Player, to which I say, “Did you?” and he says…

“I was All-City my entire four years playing Little League Baseball.”, and I always say…

“I bet you were something when you were eleven or so…while you were pounding that 58 mile an hour fastball to short center field, you old dick.”

What the hell does my dad know?  In fact, my dad says to me…

“Okay Ryno, High School is over.  Get a job and pick a school.”

And I’m like, yeah I know, but there are several schools out there that are testing me out. I may still get a scholarship or at least a Dean of Academics who doesn't hate me.

And the Dad unit, is all like…

“That’s your mom talking, and she is hoping and praying, because Dad, and that would be me, you little, yet taller runt, doesn't have to pay if he doesn't want to, but you will, because I love you or something.”

And then, my Dad suggested, that maybe I could go to Clark State and play basketball as well, since they have a transfer degree with Wright State and save money.  But, just as Dad had suggested a year ago, mama is not keen on that, because that makes me look like a lesser man saving money at a two year school with all benefits paid.

In fact…as mama would put it…that’s crazy talk, and…more importantly, embarrassing, because well…her son simply does not go to a two-year school!!

She’s always wanted me to take advanced courses and what not, because she was barely a C student…hmmmmm…I mean, I know parents want more for their kids but with Mom?  It really wasn’t that hard to beat her GPA.

Anyhoo…

The Creepy Kid Next Door finally made it and I will be successfully going to college soon.

I remember when some of you sent me emails when I was an academic slug and prompted me to get along on my dad’s old website.  I appreciate that.

Okay, I really don’t remember and barely remember the website, because my mom wouldn't let me read it, let alone let me see my dad unless he came to our house, but anyway…

Is my dad still funny?  I never thought he was, but as he doesn't HAVE to give us money any longer, Mom tells me to say, “Yes HE IS.”

Thank you all for taking interest in me over the years even though I didn't know it,

Ryno (The Creepy Kid Next Door)

mattmaniws@ymail.com
MattMan_IWS

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poetry 'n' Such With Paul Piatt

Gentle and heartfelt greetings to all of you discerning drinkers of the warm and aromatic
coffee of life that is IWS Radio.

Renown poet and IWS Literary Editor, Paul Piatt here, bringing you some of today’s finest in the world of poetry, prose, and people.

Today during our journey along the sullied boulevard of words made magical, and life’s pentameters made iambic, I offer unto you a poem by poet and co-cost of the IWS Radio Show, Matt-Man…

From his award winning book of poetry titled, Goose Eggs Over Easy, here is a poem by IWS‘ very own Matt-Man, titled…I Can’t Write Tonight

Jayman I am sorry,
I cannot write tonight.
My sister is a jerk and incredibly uptight.

I’m trying to set up a party
for my big-footed son.
But I guess, as it is late…it’s hard to be done.

It is kinda funny
That I paid, lo all of these years
But there will be no high fives
Nor laughter
Nor cheer.

My best friend is languid, sleeping and all
My son has no clue
His Mom refuses to call back my call

I’ll take a deep breath
And the anger will pass
But for now, and until then…
They can all kiss my ass.

Goose Eggs Over Easy, by Matt-Man

And for now as I travel the road less traveled,

Paul Piatt

mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws