The Original "Tale Goes On" by Marshel Helspur

And the tale goes on….
By Marshel Helsper

Well, yeah, Billy Bob wasn’t exactly happy. He drank and lived in an apartment that wasn’t exactly…well maintained, and bills piled up. And his relationship wasn’t going well, arguments all of the time, and his girlfriend just wasn’t giving any. And to make matters worse, he didn't have the money to get ‘happy.’ As it were, so today, Billy Bob has decided to go mooch off of his mother, an so he went walking, because he doesn’t have a car.
Eventually, Billy Bob makes it to his mother’s coffee shop. Ironically named ‘Kiss My Grits.’ However it was not there, and only charred remains with no one around. (For you dumbasses out there, Jim and A.H. ain’t there.) At what should have been a door stands Billy Bob, shocked.
“What the fuck?” His left eyebrow raised, and no real shock showed. He enters the…uh…‘Kiss my Grits?’ Hell, I don’t know, its not there. Anyway, he looks for his mother, and once found, he falls to his knees, tears come to his eyes and run down his cheeks.
“No! No! No mother noooooo!” He cries as he turns his crispy mother around, his hands searched, maybe for a pulse. Soon his right eyebrow raises and he takes hold of something and he lifts it to look at it.
“Oh…thanks mom.” He says, grinning and gets up to his feet. For in his hand he’s got some of the green. And as if nothing has happened, he skips off, back to trek along the street to his favorite bar.
Meanwhile…
“Dude… I hate the bus!” Jim shakes his head as he sits at a bus stop with A.H. at his side.
“Yeah…I think we should kill the driver…” A.H. says with his arms crossed.
“I agree…but let’s get laid first.” Jim says as he turns his head to the nodding A.H.
“Yeah…alright.” A.H. says as he stands with Jim, onward to trek on for the quest of poon-tang.