Monday, May 31, 2010

Hurling Invective

The Smaller Hooligan is EM-PHA-TIC.  When he wants to make a point his words take on a particular sound--each vowel is round and dense, a bowling ball encased in a hard consonant shell.  The subject matter is not necessarily of much consequence:  "MOM, I. HAVE. NO. PANTS!"  There is no inflection--it's a steady stream of capitals.  I am thrown against the wall and then I pick myself up and gesture towards the dryer.

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