After watching that video of Elizabeth Warren drinking a beer, all I could think was, ‘alcohol abuse.’ And it looked like such good beer, too.

Friends who stick with you in your darkest hours, probably didn’t pay their electric bill either.

“Hello?” I called out to the glowing eyes.

“Hello,” growled the Big Bad Wolf as he entered my campfires glow.

“Are you lost or something?”

“Something,” he answered, before asking, “Aren’t you not afraid?”

“Not one bit.”

“Why not?”

“I am master and you are subject.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will,” I responded.

“I’m looking for Red Riding Hood,” he announced after a lengthy silence.

“Sorry, but she’s jus’ another plot device.”

“You mean like you?” Big Bad grumbled.

“No – like you.”

“Is that what I am?”

“Yes,” I answered calmly.

“So now what?” he asked, as he paced back-and-forth like a wild animal in a cage.

“Well, why don’t you join my pack?”

“I can do that?”

“Yup, but first have some Stephen King stew,” I smiled, “Made it myself.”

“What’s in it?”

“Another plot device.”

Big Bad hesitated, thinking before he asked, “What – did he refused to join your pack?”

I grinned, “Exactly.”

“A large bowl, if you please,” he stated as he settled in by the fire.

Turning on the lights and siren after losing a drag race is bad sportsmanship.

This is a actual blog header which reads, “My First Love: Part Twelve.” Say what?

I love the mashing up of numbers in this way and I’m still chuckling.

I’ve finally found a woman that doesn’t argue with me all the time. Her name is ‘Alexa.’

Craziness, screams, fear
Memories bring night terrors.
Fight or flight effect.
Stand the bloodied ground, flee for one’s life.
Deep sleep, a blessed retreat.

This haiku is for you.
Wallet empty, but the heart is full.
It’s written with love.

Trust those once flying birds’
Sudden disappearances.
Not the blue clear skies above.

Who needs sunshine.  I’ve got moonshine.