No of course my name isn't Stratton.
Stratton is the last name of the only teacher who ever gave me a B. Yeah...for some stupid fucking reason I admired him.
Later, I learned that he wrote his tests with the express purpose of making them impossible to ace. You could know the information cold. And it didn't matter because he'd spend hours formulating the questions with the singular intent of tripping you up. So that he could say -- so that HIS EGO could say -- that no one ever got an "A" on his tests.
What the @#$%?
And he wore his slacks too high in the crotch. Looked like a damn bunch of grapes in a nylon stocking. Gross, Mr. Stratton.
Gross.
So I tell you that to tell you this: the name is a farce. It's a joke. It's an ego play. And let me tell you something about ME right off.
I am not what I seem.
More because my husband is fond of telling me that's my middle name. Mox "I want more" Stratton.
Yep. Sounds good to me. Why the @#$% not?
Mox.
It just sounds cool. shrugs
What you can't tell just by looking.
I'm Suzette in The Banger Sisters.
Wrapped up tidy in Vinnie's life.
But.
And if you were my nearest sister you'd know this.
You don't leave me under the porch.
And if you do.
If you do.
Then you haven't been paying ATTENTIION.
And if you haven't been paying ATTENTION, it means you aren't INTERESTED ENOUGH.
And if you're not interested enough to "get" me. And you're still in my life...
Well then. LOL.
Hell... you're just asking for it.
And you get what you deserve.
It's an is.
Just as Mox is an is.
Ms. Stratton.
The saggy bit o'grapes.
Aging... fairly well actually.
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