Somewhere over the rainbow way up high there lived a man with a unibrow who winced at the blue sky. He’d taken a deep breath and smoked a deal of meth, and very shortly after, taken a walk outside. All was well and good until a bird’s chirp led up his eyes. Seeing that dreadful blue made his pupils fry, and his stomach cry. So he darted back to the rat house — and into the garage, where his foolish friends rapped. They looked at him funny when he pushed the wide one of the bunch aside so that he could scramble through a bucket of yard tools.

In stride his fools rhymed, “Mr. Monkey mind’s hyped up again, looking to move dirt. Mr. Jumpy mind, what will he find? So hyped up again, we hope he don’t get hurt.”

There’s a french expression, “La foi peut déplacer des montagnes”. Unibrow man, with determination shaping his brow into an upside-down W, darted out from the garage, carrying a bent shovel, reciting this saying, which means “Faith Can Move Mountains”.

He ran his way to front and center — just beside the sidewalk in the cul-de-sack, where for many years he had been digging a large hole. He climbed the ladder downwards. And, on this day, he proclaimed, “Today is the day! I will finish my hole today, if it’s the last god-damned thing I do!”

His wide friend was angry from being pushed aside in the garage, and had followed Mr. Unibrow to his hole for the opportunity to spit on him and call him names like, “meth rat” and “dropped as a baby by a crackhead mother”, while the determined man dug.

This unibrowed fellow dug and dug and dug, relentlessly, despite the insults coming his way and the mixed coating of sweat and lugees on his head and the back of his neck.

He is still digging now, in all likelihood.

Wish him well.

---

POST A COMMENT

Submit

---

See Also

Want to read more news? Click here for a random article.