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Friday at Almost 6 p.m. Lice lady

The high school has a basketball net.
It was the first thought Edward Julian Watson had, when his eyes rested upon the basketballs stuck in the large cage. Edward Julian Watson was in the sports department of the K-Mart.
What Edward Julian Watson really wanted to purchase was a pair of kneepads. He liked to wear them when he scrubbed his white kitchen floor.
So, Edward Julian Watson bought a blue pair of kneepads, along with a basketball. He was the last person to leave the store; an employee, of some-sort, locking the door behind him.
Edward Julian Watson threw the kneepads, towards the couch, when he walked into the front door of his house, and Edward Julian threw on his sneakers, immediately after.
He had not played basketball in a good five years.
Along with his sneakers, Edward Julian Watson also wore a what-the-fuck-does-Larry-Byrd-have-on-me-? attitude, when he ran back out his front door, towards his blue Datsun.

Edward Julian Watson approached the driveway, on South Street, where the high school was located. The driveway leading into the parking lot that only teachers were allowed to park in.
There was a chain along with the tar, breaking up the fence and grass, preventing him from entering school grounds. A big chain, with a big lock. Edward Julian Watson decided to go around the block, to the back of the school, where there was another enterance.
A minute later, Edward Julian Watson was putting his car into park and jumping out. To look at another fence; face puzzled. He sighed. This fence was twice his height.
Perhaps the science geeks have nuclear weapons inside, he thought to himself.
He looked all up and down, side-to-side, along the wire.
And then thought to himself:
What would Larry Byrd do?
Edward Julian Watson went back to his car, to shut it off, sliding the keys into his pants. He made the throw, with the basketball; it landed over the fence. He hauled himself onto the fence, and Edward Julian Watson climbed. Using his elbow, when he was near the top of the fence as a hoist. Small barbs were embedded on the top of this fence, in fact, tearing Edward Julian Watson's shirt. And his elbow. Despite the damage, Edward Julian Watson, did indeed, make it over the fence and onto the ground, without further incident. Edward Julian Watson had long legs, after all. Quite admiral Edward Julian Watson could climb a fence at all, considering he was wearing his work clothes.
Edward Julian Watson was also un-decent, while he had carried himself over and onto high school property. "Fuck....shit....what the fuck....fuck," he sputtered like boiling water.
"That's quite the mouth on you, sonny," said the voice, before Edward Julian Watson noticed the body attached.
.And what a body, he thought, while he chuckled outl loud. Touched his elbow.
"There is a hole in the fence, down beside that bush, you know?" the tanned woman, in pink sweat pants, pointed with one hand; her other holding a can of pop.
Edward Julian Watson chuckled more. "What are you doing here?"
"I run the track. What are you doing here?" she tossed back.
Reaching down, Edward Julian Watson grabbed onto his new basketball, tried to spin in on his finger.
And failed miserably, doing so.
The woman chuckled then, too. "How about some one-on-one?"
"Sure," Edward Julian Watson shrugged. "I am Eddie. Who are you?"
This made the woman laugh more. "I am Kim. It is nice to meet you Edward."
Kim took a drink, from the can of Dr. Pepper.



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Jennifer said…
I'm not much of a basket ball fan, but I do enjoy your stories :)
Tuesday, 30 August 2005 at 20:52:00 GMT-4
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