STUBBORN AND SMART...
WITTY AND WEIRD...
CARING AND CHALLENGING...
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"Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart tell me,
Why are you still so afraid?"
-Billy Joel, "Vienna"
So, about 4 years ago, I was in my room, listening to my iPod on shuffle, getting distracted, and not doing my homework. I’m from Mississippi, so yes, I admit that I proudly listen country music. This one song comes on that I’ve heard a million times before, even seen the artist perform it live at the Grand Ole Opry. The artist is a wonderful musician by the name of Ronnie Milsap. He happens to be blind, which I thought was cool because he’s one of the best piano players I’ve ever heard (that fact is also relevant when you listen to the song). The song is called "Stranger in My House." I started singing along, and I start to hear creaking floor boards outside my room. I’m thinking, “Okay whatever, this is kind of an old house.” The creaking gets louder and closer. I’m frozen solid sitting on my bed. Once I snap outta it, I pretend that I’m a ninja & try not to make a sound as I get off of the bed and look under it because that was the place I kept my softball bat when it was off season. When I was on the floor, I heard a big crash in the room next door (guest room). I jump and hit my head on the bed frame, and I make a lot of noise. I’m thinking, “Crap!!! They heard me in here. I’m gonna die.” I creep towards the door, while in my batting stance that I learned from several years of playing softball. I swing the door open, ready to swing my bat. I creep into the guest room, and I see no one is in there. Just when I’m about to leave to check out the rest of the house, something jumps out at me, and I swing my bat. I hit my cat pretty hard, but she scared the ever living shit outta me so she deserved it. I called my mom, and she said she would check the cat out when she got home. My cat had no permanent damage. I kinda felt bad that I hit my cat with my bat, but I was glad it was her and not someone trying to kill me.
I LEARNED A LESSON THAT DAY:
NEVER LISTEN TO RONNIE MILSAP’S “STRANGER IN MY HOUSE” WHEN YOU’RE AT HOME BY YOURSELF.
(I think what scared me the most was that it was that song that was playing when this was happening. I probably wouldn’t have so freaked out if something like “Hot N Cold” by Katy Perry, or whatever song was popular in 2008, was playing)