2006 with the gentleman w/ itchy legs |
After writing that he would be taking a brief intermission, the genteleman w/ itchy legs spent the entirety of 2006 under a couch made of human hair with a cotton rag and a bottle of ether. When I as...
Posted by Tim Fite on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 12:58:00 PST |
Growing Day (a brief intermission) - by the gentleman with itchy legs |
Although it would be lovely to stay inside all the time with ether and rags a-plenty. There comes a time when solitude begins to smack of platitude and the undergarments must thus become outer garmen...
Posted by Tim Fite on Fri, 16 Sep 2005 05:43:00 PST |
Growing Day (installment 7) - by the gentleman w/ itchy legs |
Maurice turned around straight away, pushed out the door of the "school turned bank," jetted down the stairs, and ran as far and as fast as he could, until finally, his legs gave out. He collapsed on...
Posted by Tim Fite on Tue, 30 Aug 2005 09:37:00 PST |
Growing Day (installment 6) - by the gentleman w/ itchy legs |
With that, Maurice rushed upstairs, exchanged his pajamas for jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed his book bag (which seemed heavier than usual), put on his shoes (he couldn't find his sneakers), and dashed ...
Posted by Tim Fite on Sat, 20 Aug 2005 08:48:00 PST |
Growing Day (installment 5) by the gentleman with itchy legs |
Three weeks earlier, Maurice had seen a television program about a man who would go out driving in his sleep. One night, the program reported, this sleeping man drove from the trailer park where he l...
Posted by Tim Fite on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Growing Day (installment 4) - by the gentleman with itchy legs |
Needless to say, the lack of cereal selection seemed a bit odd, but maybe his mom was on a health kick. When Maurice looked in the refrigerator, though, he realized that something was seriously wrong...
Posted by Tim Fite on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Growing Day (installment 3) - by the gentleman with itchy legs |
Maurice expected to find the usual row of brightly colored boxes emblazoned with labels like Frooty-Loops, Chocco-Chunks, Sugar-Sugar-Yum-Yums, Mallow-Puffs, Candy Soup, and Captain Rotty Teeth's Luck...
Posted by Tim Fite on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Growing Day (installment .2) - by the gentleman w/ intchy legs |
Maurice was still very much an eight year old. He was still in his room, on the second floor, in his bed, under the covers, in his pajamas, four feet tall, twenty three teeth, nine fingers, ten toes,...
Posted by Tim Fite on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Growing Day - by the gentleman with itchy legs |
And just like that everything was grown-up. All the houses were skyscrapers. All the cars were SUVs. All the gardens were forests. All the crayons were fountain pens. All the desks were tables. ...
Posted by Tim Fite on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
