The Great Big Soda in the Sky.

Sat for a while today. Just sat there. I had a lot to do, but it didn't get done. I have no one to blame, but myself, really. But, I, didn't, feel, like blaming, myself,. I, wanted, to, point, my, finger, at, someone, or, something,.

It was my turn. I took the stone and threw it at the numbers. It landed on six. It always lands on six when I throw it. I hopped through the course, hitting all the numbers except number six. It was hard to not jump on six, I had to do my best to try and remember to go directly from five to seven. Eventually the sun exploded and I had to go home for dinner.

"How was school?" Dad asked.

"Just sat there." I replied.

"Again? Why?" He asked.

I pointed at my Dad.

"Don't pull that shit again tonight" Dad scolded.

"Did you play after school?" Mom asked changing the subject.

"Yeah, I played some hopscotch." I replied.

"Oh that's nice, did you play with some of the other girls?" Mom asked.

"Nope, no one wanted to play with me."

I used to have a bunch of friends at school. We used to sit at the same lunch table and trade My Little Ponies. But then Jenny lost my favorite My Little Pony, Sparkles. To pay her back, I scooped some cat crap out of our litter box, brought it to school, and placed it in her lunch box in the morning when she wasn't around. You should have heard the bitch scream when she opened her lunch box at lunch time that day. Not as many people laughed as I had planned so I panicked and threw my juice box at Mrs. Clancy. That got me in some serious trouble, but eventually I was able to go back to school. However, all the other girls found out that I was responsible for the cat crap and t hey turned on me, leaving me friendless. Well not completely friendless, the kid who shat his pants during gym class wanted to be my friend but I spit my gum into his hair and threw his school bag in the creek out behind the school.

So now I play Hopscotch by myself and always throw my stone at the number 6. And if I accidentally place my foot in the "6" square, it's not really going to make any difference. It's kinda like drinking whiskey by yourself in an alley. You are still gonna get drunk, so let's stop being so damn worried.