Ever since I was a little kid I didn’t want to be me. I wanted to be Billie Widdleton. And Billie Widdleton didn’t even like me.
I walked like he walked. I talked like he talked. I signed up for the high school he signed up for—
Which was when Billie Widdleton changed. He began to hang around Herby Vandeman. He walked like Herby Vandeman. He talked like Herby Vandeman.
He mixed me up! I began to walk and talk like Billie Widdleton walking and talking like Herby Vandeman.
And then it dawned on me that Herby Vandeman walked and talked like Joey Haverlin, and Joey Haverlin walked and talked like Corky Sabinson.
So here I am walking and talking like Billie Widdleton’s imitation of Herby Vandeman’s version of Joey Haverlin trying to walk and talk like Corky Sabinson.
And who do you think Corky Sabinson is always walking and talking like? Of all people—dopey Kenny Wellington—
That little pest who walks and talks like me.
This story was copied directly from a BYU devotional given by Shayne M. Bowen as a favorite story of his by Julie Feiffer. Here is the full talk:https://speeches.byu.edu/talks/shayne-m-bowen_i-can-sleep-when-wind-blows/
-Sherri Jorgensen
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