Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Wilbur's Story

The fascinating life of Dr. Wilbur McCoy:

Dr. Wilbur McCoy was a giant. Although he was a literal midget in stature, his social importance and community standing towered. I guess what I’m saying is that while Dr. Wilbur McCoy was a dwarf himself, he made his descriptive adjective into a verb by, in turn, utilizing it to describe the way he acted around or unto, being nearby, and around other people. Does that make sense? I know it doesn’t. He dwarfed them while also being a dwarf. There. But size of body doesn’t matter when one’s large heart makes up for the physical deficiency. Not that it was a deficiency. I mean, if he had an absurdly large heart for his body, he could have had medical problems and would have had to utilize the same hospital wing that was built with his money and named in his honor. It was called the West Wilbur Wing. Kids got a giggle when they tried to say the name of the section of the hospital that their mother’s were recuperating within, however its all they could giggle about because, in truth, their mothers were there because they had a very serious alcohol induced car accident just weeks earlier and were forced to lose their jobs with out compensation. The lack of security made the families crumble under the harsh demands of society and its capitalistic frame work. Eventually the hospital would deny the bogus health insurance and they would resort to even more drinking and child negligence. But at least the little kids got a kick out of seeing a midget in a white coat walking through the West Wilbur Wing. They all thought he was a clown. This is why Dr. Wilbur McCoy carried around long balloons, a bicycle horn and a lifetime of sorrows everywhere he went.

What makes this tale truly remarkable is the ending. Unfortunately, I haven’t the time to complete it right now.

4 comments:

Jeff said...

best post i read all day, however it is only 3:10 AM so don't keep your hopes up (and that is a reference to the movie by the same time)

Jeff said...

turns out it wasn't the best post i read all day, in fact the following post i read (on a blog about swiss cheese) was actually slightly better. i just knew that you were waiting with baited breath, but i hope now you can finally exhale, albeit chances are you would've died by now but, i got around to it as soon as i could...

your fan,

gertrude

Wolffystyle said...

Thanks Jeff, I'll try harder next time. I am also ashamed to say I snuck a few sips of air in while I was waiting.

Wolffystyle said...

I mean, thanks Gertrude.