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The four guys didn’t need a table to play cards. All they needed was a flat surface. They used the top of a wooden crate. The night shift was usually slow, but this particular night was flat out DEAD. They played BS, Poker, Black Jack, and Rummy until the sun came up.

Do I learn something new every day? I doubt it. If I do, I don’t apply what I learn because my days follow a predictable trajectory from one to the next. I’m a homebody, still in my hometown, 6 years after high school. True, my hometown is awesome but I want to live somewhere else.

I once spent a weekend trying to sell AT&T UVerse door-to-door. Talk about nightmare! 8 hour days outside, dressed in suit and tire, 6 days a week. The salesman gets no respect.

It’s hard to write without thinking. That’s the point of this website and even though it’s my homepage I don’t keep up like I want to because writing scares me. It’s so hard for me to sit down and get a thought onto paper. Once I do though, the rest comes naturally. The fear, however, never withers.

He felt like he had to lord my debt to him over me. I never again asked him for a favor but I couldn’t afford to pay him back right away. It put a serious strain on our friendship.

The squirrel lie motionless in the barrel full of water. He looked peaceful, like he was only sleeping. But he was dead.

It was cold and had been raining, he was attracted to the water that had collected in the open container. His usual agility had failed him when he peered too far over the rim and fell in and drowned.

Now he floated, lifeless and motionless as decay set in more slowly than usual, hampered by the chilly water.

“She’s pregnant.”
Ray spit out his coffee, “How do you know?” he said.
“Three pregnancy tests. Determined beyond a reasonable doubt.
“Sucks to be you man. There goes your life.”
“C’mon Ray, I’m looking for a little support here.”

The man in the grey suit presented. He bombarded his audience with facts and figures presented on Powerpoint slides, but all anyone could recall later was the way he handled the heckler.

The broadcast waves threw off the bats’ sonar. They were confused, bumped into the windows, in some parts breaking them.

When I write I try to keep it simple. Not too many adjectives because who really uses them anyway? When I say ‘a beautiful girl’ the reader will automatically imagine their ideal. I can say ‘tall, long blonde hair, green eyes’, but who cares?