I hated him. With a passion unrivaled. His

I hated him. With a passion unrivaled. His damn red hair. The dilapidated scooter with a boom box bungee corded on back blaring Ace of Base's I saw the sign pulled into the

Parking spot

And his mustang was to big to park in a normal parking spot

And smashed some other gay kids

before being arrested for homophobic abuse.

So that sucked. I thought I knew them better, Fred and Margie. Where did they find the time to picket funerals in states they'd never been? Although I disagree with their polictics

I had to admit Fred and Margie had the best signs at the funeral. They managed to spell scented & hell correctly, the others were an English teachers nightmare & they smelled of

blueberry muffins. Which is better than smelling bad, I suppose. But what I really couldn't understand was why anyone would serve beer at a funeral? I always just bring my own.

Hmm. Blueberry beer. I wonder if anybody's thought of that already? Taking a long swig, I ponder this important question through the rest of the day. Then I go home and sleep.