Identity Found in... A Cartoon?
I woke up as usual and yelled to the world, "Good morning world, and all that inhabit it!"I threw up my blanket in excitement and it fell back onto my head. After being temporarily blinded by my sleeping cloth, I fell off my bed and my alarm clock hit me on my face. I fed my pet the food I'd given him for years. Curiously, I stuck my tongue out and tried some of the canned good. It was revolting. Even with the soggy, disgusting taste inside my mouth, I looked up at the clock and realized I was late for work! I grabbed the rest of my belongings and headed out the door and joyfully skipped to my destination. To my surprise, my best friend Satrick greeted me during my playful frolick.
At my wonderful place of work-a wonderful hamburger establishment-I met a customer who suggested I wear a nametag so I could be acknowledged for my work. Wtih a little chuckle, I kindly informed him that my name tag was right below my collar and I slowly pointe-
It's not there. I panic and ask Satrick if he had seen my name tag. He replies no, but suggests I retrace my steps to find my identity back. I remembered reading a piece written by a smart friends of mine : Lars. Lars said he had went "dumpster diving" and recieved his identity there. After much careful deliberation, we decide to go into the dumpster, where I was thrown by two thugs I had met earlier that day.
We searched for endlessly. For what seemed like minutes, me and Satrick rummaged through the muck that reminded me of the pet food I tried that morning. Hey! Lars had pets too, wonder how they are. I actaully had heard he got into writing some interesting things. Maybe I should check it out sometime. Anyways, Satrick found the nametag! It had been with me the whole time. My identity was found. In the dumpster. I proudly showcased my newfound identity by turning my shirt around. Maybe "rich" things can be found after all in the dumpster. I looked down and saw a beautiful sight in my eyes. Without this dumpster, I wouldn't have been able to represent myself and my bold name that was bolded on my name tag: Spongebob Squarepants.
At my wonderful place of work-a wonderful hamburger establishment-I met a customer who suggested I wear a nametag so I could be acknowledged for my work. Wtih a little chuckle, I kindly informed him that my name tag was right below my collar and I slowly pointe-
It's not there. I panic and ask Satrick if he had seen my name tag. He replies no, but suggests I retrace my steps to find my identity back. I remembered reading a piece written by a smart friends of mine : Lars. Lars said he had went "dumpster diving" and recieved his identity there. After much careful deliberation, we decide to go into the dumpster, where I was thrown by two thugs I had met earlier that day.We searched for endlessly. For what seemed like minutes, me and Satrick rummaged through the muck that reminded me of the pet food I tried that morning. Hey! Lars had pets too, wonder how they are. I actaully had heard he got into writing some interesting things. Maybe I should check it out sometime. Anyways, Satrick found the nametag! It had been with me the whole time. My identity was found. In the dumpster. I proudly showcased my newfound identity by turning my shirt around. Maybe "rich" things can be found after all in the dumpster. I looked down and saw a beautiful sight in my eyes. Without this dumpster, I wouldn't have been able to represent myself and my bold name that was bolded on my name tag: Spongebob Squarepants.
Jam!! I love this! So funny & so refreshing to read. Loved how you incorporated Lars Eighner’s thoughts on dumpster diving in the piece!
ReplyDeleteVery clever james!! I agree with Natalie this was so fun to read because of its uniqueness!!
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