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Not Worth the Paper
I’m old enough to remember when you could tell the difference between the National Enquirer tabloid and mainstream media reporting.
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The Finster Hollow Short-cut
Peter lived in the small town of Virginia City, Nevada all of his life. Therefore he knew the rules about Six-mile Canyon’s short-cut. The first was the easiest to follow: don’t use the short-cut. The second and third were to be followed if it were to be used – not at night and never under…
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New Motto
Yes, I’m jus’ being stupid. If you expected better from me, sorry. I’m bored shitless. It’s my new motto. Bored shitless.
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Yellow Pee
I’m tired of drinking water only — and all day long, jus’ to have my pee remain yellow. Also tired of my wife yelling at me, telling me to quit eating the finger paints. I already ran out of the body paints. When all the paints are gone, I’m gonna start on the Elmer’s Glue.
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Returning to Twelve
My wife thinks I’m acting worse than a pre-teen me. And I have to agree with her on this one. Hell, I don’t even care how this missive is received, jus’ as long as I’m doing something besides staring at the ceiling fan. Fan — short for fanatic and not fantastic! I’m old enough to…
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Soon everybody will be hiring again and people will be returning to work, except Colin Kaepernick.
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By the Sword
It was the Sword he was To fall upon. After all, he Had done it Many times before. We expected nothing More from him. So when he Lifted it up, Leaning the sword Against his neck, Hanging his arms, Resting on it, We were not At all surprised. He was though, Having no idea How…
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Decided to wear a mask in the house from now on. Not because of the virus, but to prevent eating.
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His Death
Life had been a series of cheap, rundown hotel and motel rooms. Befitting a predator; pedophile, sex trafficker, pornographer, abuser, who never saw his own ending coming, face down, midway between the toilet and bed. Etiolated claws reach for him, ripped labrum stretching in a rictus of evil. The thing has his aspects, twisted into…
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Asked my wife that when this ‘self-isolation’ stuff is over, could I take her out on a date. She said, ‘Sure,’ and gave me a fake phone number.