Pineapple and I
Just for fun I thought I'd put up something I wrote almost 10 years ago. I wrote it to a friend in a letter whilst I was living in a prolonged stressful environment. Pure silliness for me is an amazing outlet.
When we first met he was quiet, came across shy. Not like the other fruits and vegetables I knew. He needed a place and I needed someone to help me with my Spanish so it worked out great. I’m not the big social person and I liked that he could hang out on his own, watch TV., play cards, whatever. Didn’t need constant attention.

That was the line drawn for me. That was the proverbial straw. I snapped. I lost it. Little Tropical was out on his prickly hiney faster than you could say fruit fly.
Huh. It should’ve ended there. Hey! Stuff happens. People talk. You try the friendship thing. It bombs. You move on. Not Pineapple. First the breathy phone calls and the ominous click. Then knocks on the door but no one there! Flamingos on my lawn. The carrot row missing from my garden. Woolly socks hanging from the wind chimes!!!
I gotta tell you, I don’t know how much longer I can live like this. But what are my choices? I’m not the type to make cocktail out of the guy but minute after month of this endless aberrant behaviour? I don’t know.
So there you have it. For what it’s worth, that’s my story. Sad, entertaining, even comic. But know this: I only live to write the last sentence in this tragic tale.
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