The Sweet Scent of Cancer
Posted by Max Pilote on February 2, 2007
Creative Writing Journal for January 24, 2007
I once sat next to a girl who believed she could smell cnacer. When I apologized, she looked confused. “You must be choking on your own rank stench,” I explained, “because cancer has obviously turned your brain to a tumor.
Retarded ass people. I’m sorry, but uncontrolled cell growth does not have a particular smell. For the love of God!
I hate it when you make an obvious joke but no one gets it. I hate it because it leaves you feeling like an idiot for having said it and being appalled because no one else understood it.
Example. A woman eating at Buffalo Wild Wings made a comment that her food must be multiplying because every time she looked down, she didn’t seem to be making a dent in the amount. To that her waiter replied, “Really? You know, there was a guy about two thousand years ago that did the same thing?”
The woman, being an average American citizen, exclaimed, “Really? Who was it?”
That honestly shouldn’t have been so surprising and it wasn’t. It’s really just painful. My heart breaks every time I watch Jaywalking because it proves that it’s futile to teach our children because they’ll have whatever knowledge we give them stolen by pop culture fads and half-witted celebrities.
If I think about it, though, I know why we teach them. We teach our children with the fleeting hope that one child anywhere in the world will grow up and not become an idiot.
