blondeoverboard
integrity he whispered, what do you want to know about that for? well, she replied her voice raspy and rough from one too many cigarettes and late nights spent with her best friend in a bottle, i want to know what it means to you. integrity. in teg rity he drew each syllable across his teeth as though testing it for doneness
The secret of my success he slurred is moderation. He pulled another cigarette from the breast pocket of his coat, the third in under 40 minutes, if i was counting correctly. Success, he drooled, comes from dishaplin...T
plans are for fools he shouted as he gathered the materials he needed to make the greatest chicken coop in existence. she stood on the back porch, phone in hand, the number for emergency services pre-programmed. all she would have to do when he drove the first nail into his foot or sawed off the remaining pinkie was press send and in moments the 911 operator would be on the line. they would have a giggle and the "the boys" would be on their way. Plans he gurgled as the band saw slipped from his grip and plowed its way through a layer of denim, are for fools!