"Bye, MAAAA," J.J. lovingly screamed to his mother, so as to be heard, as he revved the motor of his new car, his Dad's old, new looking, never been in an accident, scratch free, undented, shiney, orange, 1992, Lambourgini.

"Bye, bye, J.J., my dear, and only son. Be careful and watch what you are doing at all times. And think before you...,"

J.J.'s mom found herself incapable of speech, and struck silent, as she watched J.J. shift the orange Lambourgini into reverse, and at full speed, shoot the car through the open doors of their gigantic mansion, through the foyer, across the newly washed, black and white, checkerboard, marble entranceway, down the spacious large hallway, through the ball room, past the library, through the kitchen, out the back door, off the back balcony, and into the olympic sized swimming pool, where the car should of got a 10, for landing cleanly with a, "ploink!", and then quickly sinking, coming to a rest at the bottom of the majestic swimming pool.

"...leap." J.J.'s mother said, finishing her sentence, before coming to her senses, and dashing after her poor, accident-prone, son.

About a minute later she arrived to find J.J.'s unconscious body floating, face down, in the pool.

As she has done at least a hundred times, "Since the day J.J. was born," she would say, J.J.'s mom reached into the pool, and grabbed J.J. by the collar. After pulling J.J.'s 85 lb. body about 5 feet away from the edge of the pool, she rolled J.J. over onto his back, and shoved her high heel into his stomach.

J.J. coughed up some water then blinked to find his mother staring down at him. "Darn," he thought. "I did it again."

Your pal,
Ed

By the way, don't miss the next exciting chapter in this thrilling tale called, Chapter three, J.J. Makes it to Work... Somehow.