rough morning (conclusion) |
once again i found myself without a certain destination. out on the street the sun was brighter than it was before i hit the pub. i kept walking, using the paper as a makeshift parasol, as once again&...
Posted by boldman on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 05:05:00 PST |
rough morning |
"let's go, fella. move it along."
i heard as i was poked in the ribs by a night stick. the chill of the night was still in the air as the heat of the sun was burning the wet out of my jacket. the ligh...
Posted by boldman on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 10:40:00 PST |
hot out there |
after walking for god knows how long in a poisoned body on a hot day, i finally found a bar. you'd think that that would be damned near impossible in a city in this day and age, but yes it is tr...
Posted by boldman on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 11:40:00 PST |
a day alone |
one day old moosecock woke up after a hard night of drinking and lonliness. on his way to the toilet, he reached into his shorts and scratched his balls with both hands, yawning. he pulled...
Posted by boldman on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 10:43:00 PST |
can't stand ya |
have i told you lately that i can't stand any of you. it's true. if you think i'm talking about you, then you are right, cos i can't stand ya. i want to be clear and concise as too much time is ...
Posted by boldman on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 12:20:00 PST |
melancholic evaluations |
my kidneys were throbbing and through bleary eyes and morning dew i witnessed the start of a new day. man can do as other men or he can do something else, or perhaps more nobly, do nothing and b...
Posted by boldman on Tue, 02 May 2006 08:54:00 PST |
whine and roses |
i crawled thirteen miles through the cool mud of the backwoods swampland, lucky for me there is no such creature as a warm blooded alligator, the likes of that which could thive in this temperate clim...
Posted by boldman on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 07:38:00 PST |
