"John's Analysis Of Everyone."

*Told from John Entwistle's point of view*

You know that feeling you get? You know the one where you're all warm and fuzzy inside? Well, that's how I feel about Nicky. My dark humoured darling. The spider in my cobweb. The strings of the bass that I play rythmically in the dark of the bedroom. Okay, maybe you didn't need to know that.

She's sitting across the room as I write this. Gazing at the ceiling as if nothing is going on around her when actually, Pete and Aura are making out right next to her. Nicky. She's the only girl I've ever known who looks good with Union Jack hair. I know sometimes when I'm with her I turn red, white, and blue because I'm so excited.

I tell Keith to shut the fuck up when he says "Your girlfriend is ugly." Keith is so fucking ugly! He stares at me waving a brandy bottle drunkedly. Roger's making out with his boyfriend. Yes, we're a sick lot. The Who that is. Just the other night Nicky had this crazy idea to go make out in a coffin. Hee hee. It was pretty fun. Especially when I put on the skeleton suit.

Nicky has my dark sense of humour. I love it. We both dress in black. Death is slightly funny to us. Just the other night someone hit a tree, and I looked at her and said "Man, he's gonna have a headache when he gets to Heaven... or Hell."

My nose is big. Not as big as Pete's, but big enough. A lot of girl's like Pete. The only word in his vocabulary is "Fuck!" You ask him what he wants for dinner and he answers "Give me some fuckin' Spam you fucking fuck." Or, if he does something stupid he'll scream "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 5 million times. His girlfriends, Kim and Aura, are quite pretty.

Roger. Roger has suddenly turned bi. He's in love with Nicky's ex, Graham. Graham is a dork. I'd like to hang him up by his toenails and torture him medieval style. SOUNDS FUN! Of course, I hate the bastard cos of what he did to my angel. Roger loves him. Especially his hair... Roger also has a fetish for fresh, warm apple pies.

Me. I'm just me. Good ol' John Entwistle. Aged 22, and still not married. (Thank God) I love my booze and my pills. And my Nicky. And my bass. Oh, god, and Boris, too. I hope, if Nicky and I get married and have kids, we have a spider-baby like you see at the freak show in the circus. It'd be fuckin' awesome. I have to go know. I'm finished with my psychoanalysis of everyone. Ha. Ha. I think I'll go make out with Nickster now.

Pete says: FUCK YOU, JOHN! I'm NOT GONNA QUIT WITH MY GAHLFRIENDS JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE THE FUCKING COUCH YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKING FUCK!


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		"John's Analysis Of Everyone." By Nickeleh Entwistle



		Told from John Entwistle's point of view You know that feeling you get? You know the one where you're all warm and fuzzy inside? Well, that's how I feel about Nicky. My dark humoured darling. The spider in my cobweb. The strings of the bass that I play rythmically in the dark of the bedroom. Okay, maybe you didn't need to know that. She's sitting across the room as I write this. Gazing at the ceiling as if nothing is going on around her when actually, Pete and Aura are making out right next to her. Nicky. She's the only girl I've ever known who looks good with Union Jack hair. I know sometimes when I'm with her I turn red, white, and blue because I'm so excited. I tell Keith to shut the fuck up when he says "Your girlfriend is ugly." Keith is so fucking ugly! He stares at me waving a brandy bottle drunkedly. Roger's making out with his boyfriend. Yes, we're a sick lot. The Who that is. Just the other night Nicky had this crazy idea to go make out in a coffin. Hee hee. It was pretty fun. Especially when I put on the skeleton suit. Nicky has my dark sense of humour. I love it. We both dress in black. Death is slightly funny to us. Just the other night someone hit a tree, and I looked at her and said "Man, he's gonna have a headache when he gets to Heaven... or Hell." My nose is big. Not as big as Pete's, but big enough. A lot of girl's like Pete. The only word in his vocabulary is "Fuck!" You ask him what he wants for dinner and he answers "Give me some fuckin' Spam you fucking fuck." Or, if he does something stupid he'll scream "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 5 million times. His girlfriends, Kim and Aura, are quite pretty. Roger. Roger has suddenly turned bi. He's in love with Nicky's ex, Graham. Graham is a dork. I'd like to hang him up by his toenails and torture him medieval style. SOUNDS FUN! Of course, I hate the bastard cos of what he did to my angel. Roger loves him. Especially his hair... Roger also has a fetish for fresh, warm apple pies. Me. I'm just me. Good ol' John Entwistle. Aged 22, and still not married. (Thank God) I love my booze and my pills. And my Nicky. And my bass. Oh, god, and Boris, too. I hope, if Nicky and I get married and have kids, we have a spider-baby like you see at the freak show in the circus. It'd be fuckin' awesome. I have to go know. I'm finished with my psychoanalysis of everyone. Ha. Ha. I think I'll go make out with Nickster now. Pete says: FUCK YOU, JOHN! I'm NOT GONNA QUIT WITH MY GAHLFRIENDS JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE THE FUCKING COUCH YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKING FUCK!



		Copyright Nickeleh Entwistle 2002 (C)