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FAWM 2010 Bio

Petey Boy — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 04:17:35 +0000

It wasn’t as cold as I thought, but it was as wet. The horse sneered at me, mocking my pain. ”It’s not his fault that he is tone deaf” an onlooker reported. I knew he was right. A twitsted witch doctor had taught the poor beast that A sharp sounded like a C and that an F sounded like an E flat. I got out of the mud, packed up my fiddle, and gave the horse an apologetic nod. The life of an artist, after all, can be tough and lonely.

the fight

Petey Boy — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 18:57:53 +0000

Cathy wasn’t too happy about the uprising, but she had to admit the boys were cuter when they had a cause. There was a spark in their eye that she was never able to ignite on her own.

FAWM 2009 Bio

Petey Boy — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 15:37:03 +0000

One time while I was walking around the park an old man came up to me and asked if I liked grilled tuna sandwiches. I replied that I do indeed love grilled tuna sandwiches, but that I recently became a vegetarian. He smirked a little and pulled out a banana from his fanny pack. He handed it to me and told me to keep up the good work. Then he spread his wings and flew to the nearest tree branch.

“I’ll always love you.” he said as I put my shoes back on. That’s about the time I realized I was a song writer.

The Deli

Petey Boy — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 08:27:42 +0000

So if I remember correctly, it started when the building across the street started on fire. I was like, “oh crap, not another fire.”

I grabbed the fire pail next to the sink and started filling that sucker up. It wasn’t long after that the bird flew into the house. I was so distracted by it’s flapping that I completely forgot I was even holding a bucket half full of water. The splash echoed throughout the house. Even the bird seemed to stop flying for a moment to look at my drenched feet. At that point, there wasn’t anything I could do but laugh.

I sat in the water utterly defeated. I don’t even really know why. I probably should have got back on track, but that moment just tickled me to the core. Besides, it was too hot anyway. The water was so nice and refreshing. I mean with the building across the street lighting up the neighborhood, I needed all the laughs I could get.

Right about then that goofy bird sat down right next to me. I stared at it for a little while and then decided I could use some company in my bird bath. We had a good time right at that moment; sharing a chuckle and good cool down. Nothing mattered for a second.

Then the bird died.

I’ll miss you old friend.