Don't leave bobby

bob

I woke up this morning and felt like going back to bed. it was so sad. I was like ughhhhhhhh. why.

any way i got up still because i don't give up His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti . So i went to get some cereal and then i heard my 6 year old say 

"Holy &*%$@ ." 

I was like "No. stop..." so he stopped. then i heard it. wooowww.

it was Bob Ross, and his show was playing on the tv. Wow his Afro hair was so beautiful, i wanted to see what that kind of hair felt like in a hand, because it would fell different i think.

yeah. I ran upstairs and was like "ohhh myyyy gooodnessss i have found the meaning of life.

So, i spent 24 hours watching the whole series of the joy of painting. I forgot about my son so i went down to feed him when i remembered. He was pretty angry, but whatever.

then. the most awful thing ever to happen i my life occured. i googled him.

The screen loaded, and my happiness was reflected in my joyful gray eyes, until the wikepedia page appeared on my screen. My happiness still lingered as i read down about his wife, kids , and where and when he was born. Then it vanished, as in my mind i read

"Died:4 July 1995."

WHAT!

i had just discovered his magnificence, and now he was ripped away from me? Why me? WHY ME? As i stared at the magical photo of him with his hands holding his chin, a sadness i had never felt before, welled up inside my body.

i cried

"Bobby, ol' pal! why'd you have to go so so SO soon. now i will never meet you. MY LIFE IS RUINED."

i flopped down the staircase and ended of on my back, looking up, to see my son leaning over me. he was eating a frube.

"can i have some?" i asked tearfully. he shrugged his shoulders, then nodded, gave it  to me, and patted me on the head as he left.

i ate my frube alone, all while cursing and wailing.

I have no idea where my son get's  those awful words from.