Phoebe's toes
Why Phoebe's Toes? I thought I'd write a book or something of short stories/thoughts 'n shit at one time. This was one of the things I wrote.
Phoebe’s Toes. They are the first feet I remember. I think they are my first real memory period. The only other two potential first memories are of Sammy the siamese kitty next door and me attacking my sister.
Phoebe owned Sammy and the two are firmly embedded in my memory together. Funny that my first memories aren't of my family, but about my neigbor’s toes and her cat. The other potential first memory I had is running around in diapers chasing my sister Susan with a rock in one hand and a stick in the other. I was chasing her clockwise around a pole. A tether ball pole without a tether or a ball if I remember correctly. I was yelling, “YAAUUUUGGGGH-HUH-YAAUUGGGHH” or something like that.
Phoebe’s toes isn’t totally correct either. I mean, the toes are there, but they are not the main memory, it’s of Phoebe's toenails. They were painted in a rainbow. Each toenail got it’s own color. I just remember staring down at those toes checking them out when I was much closer to feet height. I was always excited to see Phoebe because I loved her toenails so much. I have no idea what Phoebe looked like. I don’t think I ever actually looked at her. Although I do seem to remember an older woman with a white wig who chain smoked. I’ll have to check with my parents on that. Anyway, her toes were pretty rad. I’m attracted to women now that paint their nails rainbow colored. I don’t know if I’ve seen anybody else ever do it. Phoebe was a visionary.
So, that's the story of Phoebe's toes, and a good example of why i've never written a book.
Phoebe’s Toes. They are the first feet I remember. I think they are my first real memory period. The only other two potential first memories are of Sammy the siamese kitty next door and me attacking my sister.
Phoebe owned Sammy and the two are firmly embedded in my memory together. Funny that my first memories aren't of my family, but about my neigbor’s toes and her cat. The other potential first memory I had is running around in diapers chasing my sister Susan with a rock in one hand and a stick in the other. I was chasing her clockwise around a pole. A tether ball pole without a tether or a ball if I remember correctly. I was yelling, “YAAUUUUGGGGH-HUH-YAAUUGGGHH” or something like that.
Phoebe’s toes isn’t totally correct either. I mean, the toes are there, but they are not the main memory, it’s of Phoebe's toenails. They were painted in a rainbow. Each toenail got it’s own color. I just remember staring down at those toes checking them out when I was much closer to feet height. I was always excited to see Phoebe because I loved her toenails so much. I have no idea what Phoebe looked like. I don’t think I ever actually looked at her. Although I do seem to remember an older woman with a white wig who chain smoked. I’ll have to check with my parents on that. Anyway, her toes were pretty rad. I’m attracted to women now that paint their nails rainbow colored. I don’t know if I’ve seen anybody else ever do it. Phoebe was a visionary.
So, that's the story of Phoebe's toes, and a good example of why i've never written a book.
posted by Paoulo | 9:54 PM
1 Comments:
Oh my god, I soooo remember Phoebe's toes. You didn't mention that each toenail was a different PEARLY PASTEL (!) color. That's what made them and her extra cool.
I don't remember you chasing me with the rock and the stone -- but would somebody finally give that story a break!? When will my degradation finally end?
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