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Disclaimer: Same story, different verse
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I was sitting in the living room reading the local newspaper. The headline seriously got to me. A woman strangled her 3-year old daughter because she kept crying for ice cream, and there wasn't any in the house. Honestly people, women who want kids can't have them, and have to spend thousands of dollars to see specialists in order for it to happen, yet there are these sick girls who have children, and just refuses to take care of them. Unbelievable. Sean came downstairs, and saw the look on my face as I threw the newspaper down.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just pissed at the current events, that's all."
"You know how you get everytime you read the news. People are going to be the way they are, and although it's sad, it's the harsh reality of it"
"I know. Anyway, enough of this. What do you have planned tonight?"
"Nothing really. I cancelled my kickboxing class, and I'm not due in Vegas until another two weeks, so my time is your time."
"I like the sound of that. Say, who were you talking to upstairs earlier?"
"Huh? Me? Nobody, why?"
"For it to be nobody, you were holding a pretty heavy conversation."
"Are you sure you didn't fall asleep in front of the television again?"
"No, I don't think. Are you sure?"
"I wasn't talking to anybody.."
"Ok. Consider it dropped. Hey, can you turn the stereo on for me?"
"What's wrong with your legs?"
"Nothing, smartass. You're closer than I am."
"Fine. You just use me like a servant, don't you?"
"Damn right, Jeebs! Now turn the stereo on. Chop chop!"
Whatever. I got your Jeebs." Sean turned on the stereo, he hit play on the CD player, The first song to pop up was "Hero" by Chad Kroeger and Josey Scott. Sean started to shake his head, like he was experiencing deja vu.
"Sean? Are you ok, sweetie?"
"Yeah. When was thwe last time you listened to this thing?"
"I haven't touched it since the last time Chris was here. This was the song he played over and over with CJ and Seanny."
"You're kidding. Chris was the last one to touch this?"
"Yeah, babe. Is this creeping you out? You can turn it off."
"No, no. It's cool. I was thinking of this song, and then boom, it's playing. This is some sick shit."
"Deja vu?"
"Yeah. I don't know why this song was in my head, but oh well."
Seanny came downstairs singing the song
"Hey, Uncle Chris's CD is still here. Cool!"
"Seanny? That's his CD?"
"Yeah. He told me to take care of it for him just in case something happened to it."
"Ok. I should be screaming, but...Sean Donaldo O'Haire, what are you saying?
"Nothing, Mom. Uncle Chris just said that he didn't want his Cd to get scratched by CJ, so he was gonna leave it here until he came back from California. He never made it back, and I tried to get it out of the stereo, but it was stuck for some wierd reason."
"What else did Chris say, Seanny?"
Nothing really. I spoke to CJ today, and he said that his grand parents wanted to talk to you."
"Gee, thanks. When were you going to tell us?"
"Dad. I'm a pre-teen. Chicks keep calling, man."
"Whoa boy. Listen. What do they have to talk to us about?"
"Dad, something about C.J. coming back to the States permanently because they're too many of them, blah blah, blah."
"Well, let's give them a call." We called the Irvines, and according to them, there are just too many kids to care for, being that Gabby signed all of her rights away. To make a short story quick, Chris stipulated in his will that if anything happened to him, and his parents could not care for him, then he is to live with us.Great. Sean and I get C.J., while the other children go to Gabby's relatives. I feel bad for the kids, because their dad is gone, and their mother is a total douche bag. We let Seanny know about our new living situation, and he was so happy. Great. Now we have a teenager and a teen-to-be if he makes it that far, living in our house. Nothing could be greater. I know Chris is happy, wherever he is.
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Six months later
"Mom!"
"What, Sean?"
"Where's my PS2 Controller?"
"Where did you and C.J. have it last?"
"Aunt Donnie, I didn't have it."
"I don't care if Saint Peter had it, you two better find it!"
"Aw man!"
As you can see, it's a mad house. Having two boys here is comforting, but it can be a pain in the ass between "Where's my this?" and "The phone is for me" and the ever-annoying "That's my shirt". I wouldn't change it for anything. Sean is wrestling full time, so I get to see him on Raw. He's the I.C Champ now, so between autograph sessions and house shows, if he does come home, it's a miracle. The 1st Annual Chris Jericho Memorial show went off without a hitch. Lance is finaly out of the wheelchair, and he's training futurs stars in the Dungeon with Bret and Bruce Hart.
Brock and Trish tied the knot a month ago, and they brought home a souveneir. Trish is about 3 weeks pregnant as we speak. They looked as happy as Sean and I did when we first got married. Gabby, unfortunately, overdosed on drugs and died. I didn't even attend the funeral service. I sent flowers and paid for all the arrangements. She's in a better place now. Maybe she'll see Chris and they can work out their differences that they couldn't work out in this life. Through it all, I still lover her as a sister. I don't know if it was out of love, or out of pity because I felt sorry for her, which I did. Enough of this, I gotta throw up! I think I ate something bad. Woops! Thar she blows!! Later Dayz!!
Disclaimer: Same story, different verse
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I was sitting in the living room reading the local newspaper. The headline seriously got to me. A woman strangled her 3-year old daughter because she kept crying for ice cream, and there wasn't any in the house. Honestly people, women who want kids can't have them, and have to spend thousands of dollars to see specialists in order for it to happen, yet there are these sick girls who have children, and just refuses to take care of them. Unbelievable. Sean came downstairs, and saw the look on my face as I threw the newspaper down.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just pissed at the current events, that's all."
"You know how you get everytime you read the news. People are going to be the way they are, and although it's sad, it's the harsh reality of it"
"I know. Anyway, enough of this. What do you have planned tonight?"
"Nothing really. I cancelled my kickboxing class, and I'm not due in Vegas until another two weeks, so my time is your time."
"I like the sound of that. Say, who were you talking to upstairs earlier?"
"Huh? Me? Nobody, why?"
"For it to be nobody, you were holding a pretty heavy conversation."
"Are you sure you didn't fall asleep in front of the television again?"
"No, I don't think. Are you sure?"
"I wasn't talking to anybody.."
"Ok. Consider it dropped. Hey, can you turn the stereo on for me?"
"What's wrong with your legs?"
"Nothing, smartass. You're closer than I am."
"Fine. You just use me like a servant, don't you?"
"Damn right, Jeebs! Now turn the stereo on. Chop chop!"
Whatever. I got your Jeebs." Sean turned on the stereo, he hit play on the CD player, The first song to pop up was "Hero" by Chad Kroeger and Josey Scott. Sean started to shake his head, like he was experiencing deja vu.
"Sean? Are you ok, sweetie?"
"Yeah. When was thwe last time you listened to this thing?"
"I haven't touched it since the last time Chris was here. This was the song he played over and over with CJ and Seanny."
"You're kidding. Chris was the last one to touch this?"
"Yeah, babe. Is this creeping you out? You can turn it off."
"No, no. It's cool. I was thinking of this song, and then boom, it's playing. This is some sick shit."
"Deja vu?"
"Yeah. I don't know why this song was in my head, but oh well."
Seanny came downstairs singing the song
"Hey, Uncle Chris's CD is still here. Cool!"
"Seanny? That's his CD?"
"Yeah. He told me to take care of it for him just in case something happened to it."
"Ok. I should be screaming, but...Sean Donaldo O'Haire, what are you saying?
"Nothing, Mom. Uncle Chris just said that he didn't want his Cd to get scratched by CJ, so he was gonna leave it here until he came back from California. He never made it back, and I tried to get it out of the stereo, but it was stuck for some wierd reason."
"What else did Chris say, Seanny?"
Nothing really. I spoke to CJ today, and he said that his grand parents wanted to talk to you."
"Gee, thanks. When were you going to tell us?"
"Dad. I'm a pre-teen. Chicks keep calling, man."
"Whoa boy. Listen. What do they have to talk to us about?"
"Dad, something about C.J. coming back to the States permanently because they're too many of them, blah blah, blah."
"Well, let's give them a call." We called the Irvines, and according to them, there are just too many kids to care for, being that Gabby signed all of her rights away. To make a short story quick, Chris stipulated in his will that if anything happened to him, and his parents could not care for him, then he is to live with us.Great. Sean and I get C.J., while the other children go to Gabby's relatives. I feel bad for the kids, because their dad is gone, and their mother is a total douche bag. We let Seanny know about our new living situation, and he was so happy. Great. Now we have a teenager and a teen-to-be if he makes it that far, living in our house. Nothing could be greater. I know Chris is happy, wherever he is.
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Six months later
"Mom!"
"What, Sean?"
"Where's my PS2 Controller?"
"Where did you and C.J. have it last?"
"Aunt Donnie, I didn't have it."
"I don't care if Saint Peter had it, you two better find it!"
"Aw man!"
As you can see, it's a mad house. Having two boys here is comforting, but it can be a pain in the ass between "Where's my this?" and "The phone is for me" and the ever-annoying "That's my shirt". I wouldn't change it for anything. Sean is wrestling full time, so I get to see him on Raw. He's the I.C Champ now, so between autograph sessions and house shows, if he does come home, it's a miracle. The 1st Annual Chris Jericho Memorial show went off without a hitch. Lance is finaly out of the wheelchair, and he's training futurs stars in the Dungeon with Bret and Bruce Hart.
Brock and Trish tied the knot a month ago, and they brought home a souveneir. Trish is about 3 weeks pregnant as we speak. They looked as happy as Sean and I did when we first got married. Gabby, unfortunately, overdosed on drugs and died. I didn't even attend the funeral service. I sent flowers and paid for all the arrangements. She's in a better place now. Maybe she'll see Chris and they can work out their differences that they couldn't work out in this life. Through it all, I still lover her as a sister. I don't know if it was out of love, or out of pity because I felt sorry for her, which I did. Enough of this, I gotta throw up! I think I ate something bad. Woops! Thar she blows!! Later Dayz!!
