I have the only things that a single poor man would have. A red teapot that belonged to my old neighbor in the Columbia-Tusculum. She didn’t exactly give it to me. It was thrown at the man in her life at the time.He had broken out of her apartment after her teapot jumped out of [...]
The work that I was hoping would pan out did not. I had only reached into the desk and he pushed me across the room.It was my first day all over again. I never worry about that any more. Or I wasn’t worrying about it then. The office isn’t totally nice, but the furniture is [...]
I don’t date. Or rather, I haven’t since I bought my new black jeep. The top is ripped across the top from an umbrella that Akem opened while driving down Mopac. He thought the idea of driving in the rain with the doors off was a fabulous idea. Perhaps upon recollection of this act, I [...]
The day was drizzly and my feet were wet. Wet and tired and covered in sandy dough. We were trapped against the sea and the cliffs. Small streams with dreams of large oxbows played hopscoth with us. Stone grew to pebbles and swam back from the sea clean and smooth. We pick them up. Tumble [...]
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