Radio Silence

There once was a little boy that had a little radio with little batteries and a little antenna. He loved his radio, it went with him everywhere he went. With a smile on his face and a spring in his step he went about his day, always tuned in.

When he first acquired his little radio on his 8th birthday, his Mother reminded him that with proper planning, he could be sure his radio would always be on and there for him. He so loved his music. When he was home, he always made sure his radio was plugged in. When he was away from home, he was always sure he had fresh batteries so he could listen to his true love. There is nothing in this world as lovely as music, or so he told everyone.

My soul stirs, I wake up

Sitting up, warm and stuck

After all, every single one of his favorite memories was accompanied by the music he brought to the occasion. He always made sure his radio was either plugged in or had batteries, adjusted his antenna just right, tuned in to the right channel and listened.

Well, one day, when the boy was in his teens, he brought his radio with him like he always did, but he forgot his batteries. "Oh well", he thought. From time to time, from that day on, he forgot batteries every once in a while until one day, he realized he had no music with him when he was away from the house.

What the . . . fuck k k k

I don't get it,  .  .  . how . . .why . . . . .    huh

Time went on and things were fine for a while. No music when I’m away from home, no big deal. After a hard breakup and during a tough semester, the now college aged boy went to turn on his radio one Sunday only to find some of the knobs were missing and the antenna was bent and broken.

Disconnected and confused

This whole thing a ruse ? ? ?

He blamed his roommate, but the reality was that he hadn’t listened to that radio for a while and had knocked it over several times carelessly while playing beer pong. He could still get it to work from time to time, but it just never seemed to be the same.

My bad, I apologize, I know I wasn’t wise

Arms out in a V  

That boy went from a music loving, card carrying radio head to a radio-less mess.

Sometimes he’d watch TV. Sometimes he’d go to the movies. Sometimes he’d eat cheese until he didn’t feel very well.

Don’t be like this little boy who eats too much cheese at the movies trying to hide the pain of his non-existent relationship with his radio . . .

GET SOME FUCKING BATTERIES, FIX THAT FUCKING ANTENNA, TUNE THAT FUCKER IN AND CRANK THAT BITCH UP!

God Loves You