Zach and Michael

HI THERE

The only reason I'm writing this is because a certain someone told me I should write something for the new year.

HERE YOU GO, CERTAIN SOMEONE WHOM I CARE VERY MUCH FOR. I AM WRITING THIS FOR YOU. IN SPITE OF THE FACT THAT YOU FED ME MORE ALCOHOL WHEN I WAS ALREADY OBVIOUSLY DRUNK.WHATEVER. I GOT HOME SAFE.

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Michael. Michael liked folk music. He lived for folk music. Every minute of his every day was devoted to folk music.

One day Michael's record player broke. And, although I didn't outline this earlier, dear reader, the record player was the only way Michael could listen to his folk music. So when it broke he was, naturally, distraught.

You might think that the solution to Michael's problem was to buy another record player. Unfortunately, there can be only one true record player for the true lover of folk music.

So Michael went through life with a broken record player. And he attempted to listen to folk music on it every minute of every day, to no avail.


THE END.