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Dandelions

Dandelions

Dandelions Kurt sat cold at the end of his driveway, a bowl of sugary offerings for the children settled in his lap. He treasured Halloween, but the festivity was winding down. Night had completely fallen. Most of the children and parents had come and gone. Parents with children dressed as pirates and superheroes and princesses, […]

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams I’m intrigued by certain correlations. Sometimes I’m struck by bits of information and try to fit them together like pieces of a puzzle. The human puzzle, I guess you could (pretentiously) say. One of these bits is the obsession with the Cadillac Escalade. Heck, I probably shouldn’t care. There’s better things to think […]

The Gamble

The Gamble

The Gamble Fitzi went all in on four Queens/8 high. Jimmy beat him with a straight flush of hearts. He raked Fitzi’s chips into his pile. “You buying back in?” Jimmy asked. Jimmy had all the luck. It confounded Fitzi because Jimmy didn’t appear to be much of a man of God. He didn’t even […]

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat There’s an online petition to stop lab-grown meat from being served in schools. When I heard about it, I needed to know more. The petition lists reasons why serving lab-grown meat in schools is a bad idea. These reasons are kind of boring, so I scrolled down to where people have posted videos […]

Fingernails

Fingernails

Fingernails Sometimes, when I cross the line to Indiana, I stop at Howie’s truck stop diner for a pork tenderloin sandwich. See, I was born and raised in Indiana. Now I live just across the state line. But, because I’m a Hoosier by birth, when I go over to Indiana and pass by Howie’s, I […]

Children Shouldn’t Play With Matches
poetry

Children Shouldn’t Play With Matches

Children Shouldn’t Play With Matches she fell asleep with the box of matches out she fell asleep knowing her sometimes … Continue reading Children Shouldn’t Play With Matches

Short or Tall?
stories

Short or Tall?

There was just me and two other guys sitting at the bar. They were sitting together. I ordered a draft … Continue reading Short or Tall?

20% Tip
poetry

20% Tip

20% Tip i always give a 20% tip and i make sure to tell everybody how i give a 20% … Continue reading 20% Tip

Rock & Roll Ethics
stories

Rock & Roll Ethics

I like rock and roll. I may even love it. It’s close enough to my heart, it’s one of the … Continue reading Rock & Roll Ethics

Choice
poetry

Choice

Choice there were four young women in this dream that’s how i know it was a dream cause outside i’ve … Continue reading Choice

Defense
poetry

Defense

Defense i found myself defending myself as a christian a free-market capitalist straight and white and a libertarian the one … Continue reading Defense

Stubborn
poetry

Stubborn

Stubborn some people are so stubborn they’ll refuse with the stubbornness of a mule to be any less stupid than … Continue reading Stubborn

Rob Ryan’s Hair
stories

Rob Ryan’s Hair

We were watching football in Vic’s basement. Vic said he didn’t like Rob Ryan’s hair. He said a guy Rob … Continue reading Rob Ryan’s Hair

20 Grand Mound of Cocaine
mostly true stories

20 Grand Mound of Cocaine

I go to this little bar sometimes. I go there when I get bored. I don’t go enough that I’d … Continue reading 20 Grand Mound of Cocaine

Time-Out
poetry

Time-Out

Time-Out for your own good put yourself in time-out from the crowd to be the parent to yourself that the … Continue reading Time-Out

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