s$ $$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1086 [-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "True Love" $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by, Kreid $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 6/07/00 [-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ "TssT" "TssT" Once upon a time, there was a remote control. The remote control's name was Teddy. Teddy had buttons that made the television box do wonderful things. Teddy loved having his buttons pushed. Everyone loved pushing Teddy's buttons. One day, little Johnny was holding Teddy and watching the television box. When his television box program was over, little Johnny pushed Teddy's "off" button and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Little Johnny must have been excited to go listen to his CD player, because he ran up there without putting Teddy on the couch were he belonged! "Oops!" said little Johnny. "I forgot to put Teddy back on the couch. Oh well, I'll put him back later." And with that said, little Johnny cooked up a massive dose of smack, shot it on his neck, and curled up into a ball on his bed while listening to his CD player. But Johnny never remembered to put Teddy back on the couch downstairs. In fact, Johnny died right there on his bed. Gradually, his body unwrapped out of the fetal position and into a lifeless spreadeagle. It was an overdose. Little Johnny got a little too high for his own good. No matter, though, Johnny had been a worthless shell of a human being for months, because of his habit and all. When little Johnny's parents got home, they were shocked. "Something is horribly wrong!" shouted Mrs. Johnny. "Where is Teddy? Where is my precious remote?" "Now, don't worry, honey, I'll take care of this," asserted Mr. Johnny. "It's probably just that junkie son of ours again. I'll check his room!" Mr. Johnny went upstairs and knocked on his son's door: "Little Johnny, are you in there? Where is Teddy? What have you done with our baby?" There was no response. "Johnny? You son of a bitch, answer me! I'm coming in." Mr. Johnny barged into his son's room and saw him there, lifeless and stretched across his bed. "Oh my god! There you are, Teddy! We thought you were a goner for sure!" Mr. Johnny retrieved Teddy from atop little Johnny's CD player, where it had been sitting peacefully all along. "You've had a rough day, Teddy," said Mr. Johnny. "But don't worry, it's all over now. It'll be just me and Mrs. Johnny pushing your buttons from now on." [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1086, BY KREID - 6/07/00 ]