By and copyright of Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
The zombie rollercoaster continues as the undead continue to give us their view of being a rotting corpse under the control of Mother Nature.
This time round we meet Comic Book zombie and the zombie who thinks the ending of Toy Story 3 is sacrilege. What happens when a zombie’s faith in God is rocked to its very foundation and why is the spirit of Elvis Presley still going strong in the vast
roaming herds?
A zombie tells why the covid pandemic was much preferable to being undead and why having a club foot makes you feel normal as a zombie. Plus more zombie characters than you can shake a stick at.
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47 Year Old Orphan Zombie
Do you know what song I really hate? That bloody one from Annie, Tomorrow.
Every time I hear it I could smash my fist through a wall in anger. The very first thing that immediately comes to mind upon hearing it is all singing and all dancing orphans and how great it is because the sun will come out tomorrow. Well of course it bloody will because little Annie was adopted and loved by a super rich guy. But it’s not like that in real life for us orphans especially a forty seven year old one. It’s shit!
Yeah I can hear you all ry that a lot of kids in need of a home get adopted which is great, it really is but who is going to adopt me?
I’m an orphan.
Both of my parents are dead. When my fantastic mother took her last breath eleven years after my father, the shining sun went dark for me. It can fucking come out tomorrow all it bloody wants. It’s going to anyway but it’ll never ever shine quite as brightly as it did before that day. The definition of an orphan is a person that has lost both parents through death. According to our society when we hear the word orphan we immediately picture some kid waiting to be accepted from a children’s home into a family that love and nurture them. You never think of people like me as an orphan. No, I’m just somebody whose parents died when I was an adult. I have my wife and three children so at least I have my family but I would never be classed by society as an orphan.
Well I am and forever will be. Don’t get me wrong, adopt kids who are desperate for a happy home or at least foster them; my God it is the least you can do if you have it in your heart.
It’s a bloody brilliant amazing thing to do and life changing in so many ways.
But only those who are like me, adults who have lost both parents know what I mean. We don’t count in the world’s eyes because most adults have their own families by the time thus happens to them but we feel like children; we are orphaned. It will happen to all of us eventually so if you are lucky enough to still have at least one parent then I hope it is a long time before you know what I mean.
Death of a parent at any age is hard but for the ones classed as men and women it is different. I have never really grown up. My wife tells everyone that she has four kids; three she gave birth to and one she married. I still love all the things I did as a kid. My wife rolls her eyes and moans if I buy comic books or action figures. There’s nothing I like more than wandering around the toy shops at Christmas taking in all the lights and festive decorations in town. My mother chided me one day moaning at the fact I liked a particular song; one again classed by our society as not for my age. I told her with a cheeky grin that I had hair on my balls, had a wife who bore me three kids; I work forty hours a week in a crap job and pay a mortgage. I have goddam sex!
“How much more grown up would you like me to be mother?”
She couldn’t answer and she hated anyone getting one over on her. Life is hard enough these days so to keep your passions and hobbies alive as part of your inner child is vital in keeping you young. But I’ll never again see that wrinkling face crease in grudging defeat. It was of course the complete opposite when she won over me chastising one of my kids. How dare you ever tell one of her darling precious grandkid what to do. She had something we did not; an arsenal of memories where we did the same things we dared scold our kids for doing
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