cartoon living

Géraud has a blue superman t-shirt that is ultra stretchy. It was a gift from EX-con murderer Bernie, from next door. Bernie calls Géraud, "Gévereaux" because he can't remember or work on remembering the Grods true frenchy name. I'm mostly okay with that. Bernie has a very eclectic musical preference and we try to imagine him loving up those ladies when we hear the sultry sounds of late 80's adult contemporary and r&b hits.

He also never sleeps and says, "d'ya know wut aye mean?" post every sentence. The thing is, we never know what he has just said... But the fear of a knife gutting makes that grin and nod of understanding so much easier. So, I think we are friends.

Back to the superman t-shirt. It is an icon of relaxation and in more severe times, sloth. It also goes great with a pair of oversized christmas cane covered boxers. This time, a gift to the grod from yours truly. So in being a most grateful recipient of all gifts, great and small, Géraud has more than brought to life the personnage of Grod.

I wake up to find the two crumpled garments on the floor, shed the night before because our bed is a place of gages faits and work is no place for a modest superhero. But come five of five thirty, these two gifts of thread red and blue awaken and bring to life GROD.

Forget what you may think you know about GROD, for sightings and true accounts are rare and often full of inaccuracies. I have been lucky enough to track him and have secured photographic evidence of the G himself.

Our living room has been transformed into the set of an adult cartoon with a permanent slow-moving haze of the destroyed evidence, which we had to smoke because it enhances our power kicks.