tree limbs hurt

Well, what can i say. Willy is a crapshoot. I see him with stick. i see him laughing maniacally, but i think he's in good mood, I get walloped. Mother says it's my fault, and that i don't "process contexual clues" well. but you know, i believe in the power of friendship. Unfortunately, Willy believes in power of swinging tree limbs. He smack me good this morning. i have bump the size of an ear on my forehead. No benefits of the extra ear though. but would'nt that be neat. I could hear Willy coming, maybe. He's a sneaky bastard. probably not.

So after the Willy incident, I spent some time on my own. i went to the woods, and jumped. i think i jumped at least six inches today. that beats my personal best. 5" and one half. what stinks is that willy, or balz weren't there to see, so technically, it does not count. but i will plead my case. then willy will hit me with the stick again.

I wondered what balz was doing, so I asked mother if i could go and visit Balz. She said that he was dead. Then i said "that wasn't funny". then she said "well, if it wasn't funny, why are you laughing?" I said "i'm not". She said, "You are on the inside!" and i had nothing to say to that. cause well, i wasn't sure.