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[wickedflea]

Good lord. I just remembered this weird thing we did in sixth-grade English class where we had to adapt myths and make little skits out of them. Our group decided to rewrite the King Midas story so that everything the king touched turned to garbage. The play was named "The Magical Garbageman" after the character who gave the king the power of trash. So of course, I played The Magical Garbageman, complete with nasty trenchcoat and high-tops. (I'm not sure where we got that conception of a garbageman, but anyway.) Darrell Sumner played the king. My star turn was when I was to perform the spell on the king. We thought it would be a great special effect if, when I said "abracadabra" or whatever, I threw some flour up in the air so it'd look like a big POOF. The problem was that I had to stand around with the goddamn flour in my hand for ten minutes before it was time to cast the spell--so by the time I did the deed, I had squeezed the flour into a big, hard lump. I knew it wasn't going to go POOF when I threw it up in the air, so I had to do the best I could--I CLOCKED Darrell right in the fucking EYE with it. Needless to say, the whole play degenerated into a fit of coughing laughter. I don't think we got much of a good grade for "The Magical Garbageman." :(