only when i laugh...

as i listen to the sex pistols and ponder upon the true reason for nancy spungen's death. i suddenly think of dominique...

it all started when i was born...and then someone pressed that really small button with the two triangles strategically placed so that it looks like one is trying to follow the other....

then i was playing football with a bunch of kids in the state of ontario, Canada. its funny. they think footballs a totally different game where they dont use the foot at all...but rather run around and jump on top of each other. they call it soccer.

this six year old runs and trips over the ball...and being the really concerned individual that i am, i run to him and pick him up...

the first thing i noticed about him was his teeth...there wernt very many...thats why it was so easy...the front two were missing...i caught that...i dont really know about the rest...

anyway...so theres this bruise on his knee...the other kids gather around because...well...kids do that...

and then i ask the million dollar question....

'does it hurt really bad...?'

'only when i laugh'he says simply...

the other kids get sick of goggling at the blood...and get on with the game...


dominique goes home...cuz hes bleeding...

i stand there wondering what in the world he just meant while the kids score through my legs...