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The Wintergrass Family
Borus Cleans Toilets and Stalks His Papa
Borus Point Of View
"Walter Wintergrass has written on your wall." I joyfully mumbled to myself as I roamed the world of facebook. My finger full of arthirtus clicked the link that took me to my profile.
Pulling, rectangular glasses up to my face, I took in the charming words he wrote to me. Such a doll. Walter cared so much as to check on me on the internet.
As soon as I was done replying to my little brother, my attention turned to my homepage. So many gorgeous young people's pictures stared back at me while I read their
statuses. They all had such a busy lives.
Not to toot my own lovely horn, but I was quite the popular little devil. With a whole thirty-one friends, I felt completely loved. Like a good boy, I always remember to write
to them and post to their walls, so they too felt special. I know they must all care about me.
After I was done with checking the rest of my notifications and junk, I typed in what I typed in the search bar every other day. "Chazz Wintergrass".
Chazz was my father. My horrible, family leaving, father. I hated him. No, I didn't hate him, but I knew that in my heart, I truly did despise him. When I was twelve, and when Walt was seven, he left us on our own with Mammy. Such a son of a bitch. Although I wasn't particularly delighted with having to grow up with Mama, it was much better than staying with him.
You see, he was the one that crushed my dreams. Chazz was the one who taught me to never believe. To get rid of any imagination I had, just because it wasn't useful to
have. That horrible man was the one who was ashamed of me because of my love for Walter. This filthy bastard (pardon me), practically screamed to me that I couldn't
marry my brother. He scarred me, and I didn't believe I was ever go to forgive his actions.
Thus, when I found him on facebook, I kept myself hidden from him. Of course I wasn't about to go adding him, even if it meant that I would have another buddy.
Why would I? The genius doesn't keep any privacy settings. So now I know what he's up to everyday. I also kind of, sort of, look him up on google every week. He has a very interesting life. Glad to know that his life turned out just peachy without us.
It was a while ago that I started ‎stalking, no not stalking, watching his life on the computer. I remember the day I first looked him up. I remember quite well why I
started googling and facebooking him.
*FLASHBACK* 15 YEARS EARLIER
The Texaco I worked at was quiet. Nobody had been in, purchasing gas or using the facilities for at least an hour. To contain my boredom, I recleaned the toilets
three times in a row.
"Anyone would be proud to use this restroom," I thought to my self as I saw my reflection in the bowl. Continuing to clean the appliances, I started to sing
a little tune I heard from my new Metallica record. My hoarse singing voice was rudely interrupted by the sound of the bell on the front door. With curiosity, I pushed my
ear to the swinging door of the bathroom.
I could hear rough steps graising the aisles of food in the main room. For sure, my manager was reading his newspaper, ignoring our new guest as he or she shopped.
My mind spaced out as I started to imagine who the stranger could be. What if it was a clown, ready to tell me amusing jokes? What if it was a musician, with a guitar,
ready to play me his original songs? Good lord, what if Betty White finally got all my fan mail and was here to meet me?! Quickly, I pushed the door slightly open and
looked out the gap between the door and wall.
It wasn't anyone I guessed it might be. Not even the clown. Instead, it was a man wearing blue, rain pants and a colorful sweater. He wore a black cap on his
head and oval glasses on his face. He was clean of any facial hair, but he had short pieces of snowy white hair peeking out from under his hat.
As much as I didn't want to think about it, this man was familiar. I was almost positive that I knew who he was.
When he got to the register counter, my boss started ringing up his snacks and the gas being poured in his vehicle. While finishing up the checkout, Manager
Phil caught my eyes.
"Borus, get back in there! You are an embarressment to this company!" He near shouted at me. With that, I shut the door and returned to my sitting spot on the tile
floor.
For sure, that fashionable stranger was my Papa.
"Walter Wintergrass has written on your wall." I joyfully mumbled to myself as I roamed the world of facebook. My finger full of arthirtus clicked the link that took me to my profile.
Pulling, rectangular glasses up to my face, I took in the charming words he wrote to me. Such a doll. Walter cared so much as to check on me on the internet.
As soon as I was done replying to my little brother, my attention turned to my homepage. So many gorgeous young people's pictures stared back at me while I read their
statuses. They all had such a busy lives.
Not to toot my own lovely horn, but I was quite the popular little devil. With a whole thirty-one friends, I felt completely loved. Like a good boy, I always remember to write
to them and post to their walls, so they too felt special. I know they must all care about me.
After I was done with checking the rest of my notifications and junk, I typed in what I typed in the search bar every other day. "Chazz Wintergrass".
Chazz was my father. My horrible, family leaving, father. I hated him. No, I didn't hate him, but I knew that in my heart, I truly did despise him. When I was twelve, and when Walt was seven, he left us on our own with Mammy. Such a son of a bitch. Although I wasn't particularly delighted with having to grow up with Mama, it was much better than staying with him.
You see, he was the one that crushed my dreams. Chazz was the one who taught me to never believe. To get rid of any imagination I had, just because it wasn't useful to
have. That horrible man was the one who was ashamed of me because of my love for Walter. This filthy bastard (pardon me), practically screamed to me that I couldn't
marry my brother. He scarred me, and I didn't believe I was ever go to forgive his actions.
Thus, when I found him on facebook, I kept myself hidden from him. Of course I wasn't about to go adding him, even if it meant that I would have another buddy.
Why would I? The genius doesn't keep any privacy settings. So now I know what he's up to everyday. I also kind of, sort of, look him up on google every week. He has a very interesting life. Glad to know that his life turned out just peachy without us.
It was a while ago that I started ‎stalking, no not stalking, watching his life on the computer. I remember the day I first looked him up. I remember quite well why I
started googling and facebooking him.
*FLASHBACK* 15 YEARS EARLIER
The Texaco I worked at was quiet. Nobody had been in, purchasing gas or using the facilities for at least an hour. To contain my boredom, I recleaned the toilets
three times in a row.
"Anyone would be proud to use this restroom," I thought to my self as I saw my reflection in the bowl. Continuing to clean the appliances, I started to sing
a little tune I heard from my new Metallica record. My hoarse singing voice was rudely interrupted by the sound of the bell on the front door. With curiosity, I pushed my
ear to the swinging door of the bathroom.
I could hear rough steps graising the aisles of food in the main room. For sure, my manager was reading his newspaper, ignoring our new guest as he or she shopped.
My mind spaced out as I started to imagine who the stranger could be. What if it was a clown, ready to tell me amusing jokes? What if it was a musician, with a guitar,
ready to play me his original songs? Good lord, what if Betty White finally got all my fan mail and was here to meet me?! Quickly, I pushed the door slightly open and
looked out the gap between the door and wall.
It wasn't anyone I guessed it might be. Not even the clown. Instead, it was a man wearing blue, rain pants and a colorful sweater. He wore a black cap on his
head and oval glasses on his face. He was clean of any facial hair, but he had short pieces of snowy white hair peeking out from under his hat.
As much as I didn't want to think about it, this man was familiar. I was almost positive that I knew who he was.
When he got to the register counter, my boss started ringing up his snacks and the gas being poured in his vehicle. While finishing up the checkout, Manager
Phil caught my eyes.
"Borus, get back in there! You are an embarressment to this company!" He near shouted at me. With that, I shut the door and returned to my sitting spot on the tile
floor.
For sure, that fashionable stranger was my Papa.
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Ok, this one was written by Phoebe. Thought that we needed to to start adding some plot. I prefer writing their antics, but the story has to have some meaning, doesn't it?Anyway, READ, COMMENT, SUBSCRIBE.
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