mio
January 23, 2000, 06:57 PM
i was walking through wal-mart with my buggy when i came across the music aisle. i spied with my little eye that there was a brand new biography on the Smiths. it turned out to be an updated version by johnny rogan
i turned through the pages and found a section that revealed who Morrissey's mystery love of these past few years. Her name was Angela and she lived in Illinois.
Morrissey was working at McDonald's at the time looking bored as he wore a plastic hair cap and mixed up a bunch of runny ice cream into milkshakes with the blender. He pulled out a random fanmail and began to read it. Nobody but him could say if he was intrigued by her intellect, the very salacious content of the letter, or the fact that she had enclosed a picture revealing herself to be an absolutely stunning redhead.
He began writing back to her and then soon began flying out to meet her. Nobody knew why it broke off, but the dream then switched to Johnny Rogan himself flying to Illinois to meet the mystery girl. He got to her house and found it surrounded by journalists, but she wasn't inside hiding. She was standing outside gaily talking to them. There was another guy there who was her friend and who could fill in some details, but she was so beautiful that none of the other guys cared.
At that moment, some nutcase fan, enraged with jealousy came running at her with a gun. The nutcase fired, and the random guy friend who happened to be standing there saw it and tried to push the redhead out of the way and taking the bullet himself in the shoulder. He laid on the ground gasping and everyone else at the scene didn't care and went back to talking to the red head. Finally, some woman who came walking by saw what had happened and helped him up and onto the hospital.
Then, there I am standing back at Wal-mart shocked that my theories were completely wrong.
i turned through the pages and found a section that revealed who Morrissey's mystery love of these past few years. Her name was Angela and she lived in Illinois.
Morrissey was working at McDonald's at the time looking bored as he wore a plastic hair cap and mixed up a bunch of runny ice cream into milkshakes with the blender. He pulled out a random fanmail and began to read it. Nobody but him could say if he was intrigued by her intellect, the very salacious content of the letter, or the fact that she had enclosed a picture revealing herself to be an absolutely stunning redhead.
He began writing back to her and then soon began flying out to meet her. Nobody knew why it broke off, but the dream then switched to Johnny Rogan himself flying to Illinois to meet the mystery girl. He got to her house and found it surrounded by journalists, but she wasn't inside hiding. She was standing outside gaily talking to them. There was another guy there who was her friend and who could fill in some details, but she was so beautiful that none of the other guys cared.
At that moment, some nutcase fan, enraged with jealousy came running at her with a gun. The nutcase fired, and the random guy friend who happened to be standing there saw it and tried to push the redhead out of the way and taking the bullet himself in the shoulder. He laid on the ground gasping and everyone else at the scene didn't care and went back to talking to the red head. Finally, some woman who came walking by saw what had happened and helped him up and onto the hospital.
Then, there I am standing back at Wal-mart shocked that my theories were completely wrong.