Sunday, November 21, 2004

Lamar Odoms' love letter

Could it be that another girl from Three Hills, Alberta had made it big. At the “Welcome Home Lois” winter barbecue, everyone including those who’d never known her conspired together “Lois had changed.” Well Mom always said “day by day, step by step” and her little princess had not been tainted by the Hollywood years as giant as her leaps had been.
The Prairie Bible institute Polar bears came out in full force and had their annual swim at the outdoor aquatic center. All the member’s besides Lois’s brother Daniel stimulated shrinkage. Daniel was on a respirator in the Three Hills hospital due to a weekend trip in Calgary gone critically amiss. When his favorite band, Wilco, hit the stage he was lost in the wrong area of the city. When the bat hit the base of his neck there was a sound quite unlike anything he had ever heard, aside from his uncle John’s 9mm when placed a little too close to his ear.
The celebration was bittersweet then, and the guest of honor was all too aware of the constraint in an otherwise bubbly Christian farming community. Even more grim was the reality setting in. She would never return home.
The next morning, step by step, she boarded an aircraft set for Los Angeles, where there would be no polar bears, or winter barbecues to greet her. Only Lamar Odom, and a tube of astroglide.

6 a.m. get up and wash the sheets.


Combine Harvester4:53 PM

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