Fuzzy Wuzzy looked for a buzz, until he lost all of his brain cells. His brain was fuzzy from sniffing, or inhaling, which the kids called huffing. He would put chemicals in a plastic bag and then sniff them to get high. He started with airplane glue and then he moved on to Carbona, but his favorite was the wood filler in shop class. He enjoyed being dizzy all the time, and often he fell asleep. One day in math class as he was sitting next to the window, he fell fast asleep and ended up falling out of the window. The other students all laughed, thinking this was hilarious, but fuzzy was hurt seriously this time. Fuzzy broke his neck from the fall and now he is in traction.
Fuzzy slipped into a dream and he remembered being up in baby heaven before he was born. God had asked him if he wanted any brains and Fuzzy thought that God said pains, so he replied, “No thank you.” Fuzzy was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, or the brightest bulb on the tree and he dreamed that he was at a Ramones’ concert with a plastic bag tied over his face, where he endlessly inhaled vapors and dreamt of punk rock. Fuzzy died in a coma with a smile on his face.
Wondering what I’m doing tonight
I’ve been in the closet and feel all right
Ran out of Carbona Mom threw out the glue
Ran out of paint and roach spray too
It’s TV’s fault why I am this way
Mom and pop want to put me away
From the early morning movie to the late late show
After it’s over nowhere to go
And I’m not sorry for the things I do
My brain is stuck from shooting glue
I’m not sorry for the things I do
Carbona not glue
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to find a word with a double-z “zz”, and use it in your post.