...lasttwentyfourhours |
and I'm halfway laying halfway sitting there when I wake up and I realize I have fallen asleep for about ten minutes, the only person ever probably to fall asleep while Metallica is...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 15:16:00 GMT |
a case against apartments? |
Two days ago, as I pulled into my favorite parking spot (the one just next to the covet "covered spots," and where, if one stood one-sixteenth of a mile away to the west of my car and squ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Brad fucking Pitt |
A week ago, while speaking to a coworker, I developed the idea of all ideas for a short story. It began simply; we found someone of common interest and began to invent happenings which wo...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:39:00 GMT |
Subway |
When I first moved into my apartment, I was most in awe of the view I had from my patio, a cramped three foot by seven foot space that, one my grill entered the mix, one would be ha...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 01:24:00 GMT |
Granny |
I've never before written about Bess Sharrock, mainly because I suppose her story to be of no interest to anyone. Lately, for no particular reason I can think of, I have found myself wond...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 16:42:00 GMT |
smaller |
I find out what a motel is. It is like a home, but it does not have a kitchen. And there is no room to run and play tag, like Jakob and I do. Also there are no grandmothers here. Or mothe...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 21:39:00 GMT |
memory |
My main problem is my memory. Not that I don’t notice much; I notice quite a bit. I just don’t notice the right things. If there was a bank robbery, and I was the sole witness...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 00:59:00 GMT |
Car Ride |
I had to be brave. Jakob was afraid and I had to be brave. For him. I was afraid. I needed to pee. Jakob grabbed my had. I might have grabbed his, though. The man in the front seat had a ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:47:00 GMT |
instead, this.... |
Jacob is in his first year of school. He likes it. Looks forward to going every day. I don’t remember much of my first year, though it happened only three years ago. I think my moth...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 00:57:00 GMT |
before |
I remember the morning vividly. Not the date. Dates were a thing taght and forgotten in my history class. But the events....I remember the events of that morning as if they happened today...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 21:25:00 GMT |
