Synopsis: Two Blocks from Slab Town is based on the actual events of Cissy, an eight year old girl, growing up in a Southern, rural town during the 1960's. Her father was a World War II veteran suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder. Cissy lives two blocks from Slab Town, an area where homes were made out of rough, slabs of wood. These huts provided little protection from its predatory environment, animal as well as human. Cissy's mother was a clairvoyant, while her father was a clairsentient. She was able to survive and protect those around her by unleashing her sixth sense. As Cissy, I was glad to have this experience. I learned that a single flame can cut through the darkness making its own path.
Two Blocks from Slab TownThe One-Eyed Dogby Joey Boon 
Posted: 14:33 October 24, 2009
"Why not" is a slogan for an interesting life. Mason Cooley
I'll never forget the day the one-eyed dog came into our neighborhood. Me and my brother Kyle were playing our game called "ball on the roof". This happened to be a really good day because my brother and I were winning for the first time in a while. Since there was just the two of us playing, we referred to the enemy (or opponent, which I guess is a nicer term for the younger readers) as the Cat.
Well, we were down just a little bit when all of a sudden this dog came into the yard. I think he just wanted somebody to pet him, or something. My brother looked at that dog - who happened to be coming my way - and said, "Warren, don't you touch that dog, ya here!"
I said, "Why not, Kyle? He looks really friendly and he's wagging his tail."
My brother Kyle looked at me like I was the dumbest kid he'd ever seen. He said," Are you stupid, or what?!"
I told him," Listen here, Bro, just because I'm the youngest doesn't make me dumber than you. And, if you have a problem with that, then I'll just have'ta tell Mom - and you know what'll happen then, right?"
Kyle didn't say too much after that and I went to go pet this long-lost dog. Well, as soon as I reached for his head, I noticed that one eye wasn't in the right place - I mean it was hanging by a thin thread and it really looked disgusting. As soon as I saw this, I remember telling my brother," Why didn't you tell me about this dog, Kyle?!"
He said, "Well, I tried to. But, when you brought Mom into the situation, I said to myself - forget it!"
So, here I was - looking at this dog - looking at me. I thought to myself, 'I don't want'a be mean, or anything, but I kind'a don't want'a make friends with him.' Well, he sort'a leaned in the same time I did and my hand kind'a stroked his head, a bit. When his tail started waggin', I knew I'd made a friend for life. That's when the one-eyed dog story truly began.
You see, I'd already had enough notoriety being the only kid ( anybody knew ) that wet his pants 'till the age of ten. My nickname was "pee-pee pants". Now, as hard of a time as I had living that thing down, I never thought anything could ever top it. Little did I know that this daggum dog would be the ticket. Well, he won first prize in that category, I guess.
The thing was is that everybody I knew ( We're talking about kids, now ) had a better form of transportation than me. I mean they had scooters, 4-wheelers, tricycles, bicycles ……. Whatever! - all I had was my hushpuppies ( for those of you that don't know - that's your walking shoes - or feet - if you're barefoot).
Anyway, no matter which way you looked at it, I had a problem! You see, every where I went, that daggum dog would follow me. I tried to be mean to him, but it just didn't stick. And all of a sudden I went from "pee-pee pants" to patches ( I guess everybody wanted me to cover that swingin' eye he had ). I will tell you one thing, however - that dog was quick! I mean everywhere I went, fast or slow, that dog was right by my side. I tried to shake him a couple of times, but he never faltered.
Then one day, while he was snoozing on the front porch, Daddy saw him. I don't know if Daddy stepped on his tail, or a police car siren went off, but there was a loud noise coming from the front of the house. I ran out looking for the worse possible thing that could'a happened. Before I got to the dog, Daddy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the side.
He said, "Look here, now! This dog ain't right! He ain't no normal dog! I think he's got some sort'a life form inside him that can't feel the pain it would normally give to a regular dog."
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