Comments on: The Chalk Drawing

By: Guy

Guy — Sun, 16 Oct 2005 14:40:23 +0000

Nicely done.

By: Marcus

Marcus — Wed, 12 Oct 2005 04:12:20 +0000

Vols, VOLS, V O L S!!!
I was getting ready to hear the secret to having world peace!

By: David Quinn

David Quinn — Wed, 12 Oct 2005 00:23:14 +0000

What a beautiful story until it was turned around into sports. LOL

By: BIG18GUNZ

BIG18GUNZ — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 19:10:47 +0000

This story reminds me fondly of a charming tale from my own youth.
One day, I was strolling through a leafy, oak lined neightborhood in suburban Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It was the neighborhood where my sister lived, and it was very peacful in the twilight gloaming of that warm summer eve, so long ago. I was walking along the sidewalk when I came upon some rather crude and untalented, but still quite simple minded chalk drawings scrawled on the sidewalk below my feet. I looked about the silent yard around me, strewn with the detrius of a day full of happy, contented play.
It seemed to me that the children who dwelt here must be happy children, indeed. I smiled upon all of their abandoned toys. Upon their trikes and bikes and balls and dolls and hoops and ladders and toys of various and divers fancy.
I reached into my pocket for some matches, and instead found some folded slips of paper there. I pulled them out. What could they be? Of course! They were three or four of my unredeemed blowbucks(tm).
Blowbucks(tm) are the coupons I always recieved whenever I went to Blowbuddies sex club in San Francisco. I went there most often. Collect 10 blowbucks and you got in free. That’s the idea. They were small slips of paper, about the size of monopoly money and were printed with the legend “ONE BLOW BUCK - BLOWBUDDIES, SAN FRANCISCO. and in smaller characters ” Suck long. Suck big. Suck often.”
So I took a buck or two and affixed them to the windshield of the nearest kiddie car. Remember those? The plastic peddle cars kids so love? I walked along back to my sisters house, the evening air redolent of malting beer and ripe cheese. I noticed the first evening star appear n the sapphire sky. I smiled faintly.The children would enjoy their toys tomorrow, I reflected.

By: Dave / higher powered

Dave / higher powered — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 00:20:23 +0000

When Johnny turned 16, he became the youngest serial killer in American history. He always loved watching the police draw the chalk lines around his scattered bodies.
The Vols still have half a season to make amends. They’ve made mistakes and had bad breaks but must chalk those up to fate.

By: Curtis

Curtis — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 22:50:55 +0000

Such beautiful images came to my mind when I read this story. You’re right of course; sometimes we just have to change our perspective on things, or on people when it just doesn’t seem right. There’s always another side to see. Thanks for reminding me.

By: Sue

Sue — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 21:03:05 +0000

Sorry the Vols lost. I guess that they played three games in as many weeks and two of them were away. That’s a tough schedule and the guys looked a bit tired and spiritless. So what is this different perspective you will look at the chalk picture with? Abstract art, perhaps? If you find out let me know.

By: GreerM

GreerM — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 19:31:10 +0000

OMG! The imagery was absolutely wonderful. Such a wonderful and touching story. For a moment there I almost thought it was a “coming out” story. It’s all in perspective. I’m sorry about the Vols losing. I actually caught a little bit of the game in my Saturday afternoon channel surfing. The sun is always brighter the second day though. Chin up young person, Chin up.

By: Another Tony

Another Tony — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 17:18:57 +0000

Ever the optimist. Maybe I’m missing something but isn’t it a bit early to start being down about their chances for a bowl?