Saturday, December 15, 2012

Part III - finish

     Marco left this world behind last Tuesday in a blaze of glory at the Griffith Park Observatory in Los Angeles, CA. Ambition was his downfall. An appropriate theme and lesson for that corner of our nation.
     It was there on Tuesday evening he intended to move onto new levels of attainment by introducing what he billed as 'Super Nova.' Though his character lacked flamboyance and though strange, was deemed beyond reproach, perhaps a bit of his parochial school youth remained with him on that fatal day. That, like so many things in life, we'll never know for certain. Eye witness accounts had Pietro dining in East Los Angeles at a street side taco cart of questionable cleanliness on that fatal day. 
     What transpired between that moment and Marco's eight o'clock showtime is unknown. The lone survivor, upon reaching consciousness on Thursday said the show went well in it's usual understated manner. Informative, engaging, well orchestrated. She went on to relate that the words 'Super Nova' had barely escaped Pietro's lips when the fireball he unleashed leveled the mountaintop and incinerated all those in attendance including several of the world's finest minds. The light from the blast was reported by the first Samoan in space while aboard the International Space Station. Wild fires continue to burn in the Laguna Beach area. In conclusion the survivor simply breathed "Oh, the humanity."
     A single index finger found at the scene was identified by DNA testing as having belonged to Pietro. Plans are now afoot to construct a memorial of this catastrophe featuring a marble replica of the finger under which will read "Don't Pull Me."

     We've got mixed emotions how this whole thing turned out. Pretty juvenile eh? A friend of mine wrote a comment on my writing a year or two ago. Said it hadn't really changed since we were back in eighth grade. Can't say he's wrong. At least about the content of this drivel. I'd like to be a wise old man but that just ain't happening. Blame it on Uncle Emil. At least that's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it.


                           
                         

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