Elegies For The Brokenhearted (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
You were dumb as a stick, a sock, a bag of rocks. Your lot in life, it seemed, was to go through it unawares, your folly a perpetual amusement to others. In our dead-end school you were the village idiot, and we stood around talking about you, your latest foibles, like the weather. “LePoer, you wouldn’t believe what he just did. Walked right into a glass door, fell over backwards, that dumb shit.” We called you everything we could think to call you. Dipshit, Shithead, Shitheel, Shit-for-Brains. We piled on every last cliché. You were a few sandwiches short of a picnic, a pancake shy of a stack, a board short of a porch. You weren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer or the brightest bulb on the tree. Your screws were loose, one of your boots was stuck in the mud, your elevator didn’t go all the way to the top, you were all foam and no beer, you had lost your marbles, your lights were on but you weren’t home. In ironic moods we called you Professor, Einstein, Sherlock, Your Excellency.
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