Wednesday, January 9, 2008
My name is Julius. I'm 5-years-old. I don't look like my mother except for the color of my eyes. They're blue. I learned how to talk when I was 9-months-old. I know as many words as my brother who is in college. I do crossword puzzles faster. You should see me go. But I like to make Bionicles more than talk. We have a basement in our house. I put all the dead ones there. Mostly it's the good Bionicles who get it first. There are good guys and bad guys. I just throw the ones who got killed on the floor. My mother doesn't care.
My father is dead too. He got run over by a car when he was riding his bike to work one day. That was unexpected. We didn't know what to do. There were a lot of things that needed to get done that he usually did. So my mom married another guy. He's okay. Sometimes he tries to make me take medicine that tastes bad. My mom says the doctor prescribed it for me, but I think the new guy blends it up special to get me to gag.
We had a nice funeral for my dad. A year after he died we had the unveiling of his headstone. I got to keep the gauze veil that shrouded the stone. I keep it in my pillowcase. My mom says that I shouldn't keep the veil so close to me, that I should let her wash it and stuff. I told her it's not the same if you wash it. Then the smell of the cemetery will go away, and I don't want it to. I told her, "That's the smell of where Dad is." She said, "Your dad isn't really there." I said that his skeleton was there. She said, "Skeleton, shmeleton, go do your homework."