Night of the Living Dead Boys
Convenient memory lapses aside, I know who tossed the monkey, and I salute you for it, brother. You’re right up there with Jacques Tourneur, the French director who provided me with another favorite mental melodrama (see Post-Cinematic Stress Syndrome). I do have a question regarding one of the details in your version, though. I had always thought that the woman who lived next door saw me hanging out the window and called Mom on the phone. Hmmm. I suppose we could ask Aunt Dorothy.
Now let’s see if you can verify this one:
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys began to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to save the two dead boys.
If you don’t believe this story is true,
ask the blind man, he saw it too.
I don’t actually remember this happening, but I tend to believe it, because it sounds like something we might do. Whaddaya think?
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