Stoned No 78
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Short Story by: tom mcmullen
Stoned
When I'm not 'round at Lesley's shed reading Dr.
Buddha books, I'm playing that Bob Dylan record that
I bought that keeps saying over and over again,
" Everybody must get stoned. " Claw says it's so bad
it gives him a headache, that he can't sing, that there's
no way you can call that singing, and he doesn't know
why I was stupid enough to buy that record.
But I try to get even with him by giving him a headache,
by playing that record 'cause he's always throwing stones
at me, and Claw says I'm too scared to even throw one
back. But I'm not scared, I just don't believe in throwing
stones. I'm always telling Claw, " Violence will get you
nowhere. " And Claw is always yelling back, " You sound
like one of your broken records you prick. "
Claw reckons I'm stupid 'cause I won't even try to
defend myself when he tries to fight me now. I tell him
I won't go to Vietnam when I'm conscripted to defend
Australia. Claw reckons I'm a real coward, he can't wait
to be called up and get a proper rifle, and shoot all those
Vietnamese communists. Claw reckons the Vietnam
communists want to come down here and invade us. He
says there's nothing he'd like better than to shoot them
asian communists.
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