Monday, November 27, 2023

What's In The Soup?

Sometimes it's better not to ask too many questions

Saturday, November 25, 2023

100 Words - Escape


 

I just wanted to escape. Now the bodies are piling up. Each one another lifetime of sorrow. What price must I, no they, pay for my freedom? Long roads to nowhere to hide. Will I be forgotten? Become invisible? They voices say no.

I am a guilt-based life form. I can never forgive myself for what I’ve done. I expect no forgiveness from others. Least of all, the voices.

They told me everything would be OK. That what I was doing was right. For the greater good. I knew they were lying, but couldn’t resist. The voices are too strong.

Monday, November 20, 2023

Lost The Funny


Two comedians discuss life, death and beer

Saturday, November 18, 2023

100 Words - Nephew Man

 


My five year old nephew has a treasure trove of unfortunate knowledge. He knows the 911 operators by name. He knows how to administer Narcan. He can also, without hesitation, spell psychoanalysis.

He lost his father, my brother, to the bottle. His mother, to the needle. Foster care took him away from them several times, but always gave him back.

Now they’re both dead and child care services is looking for relatives to take him. I assumed my tiny trailer would scare them away, but it didn’t. The lady was impressed by the nice couch he would be sleeping on.

Monday, November 13, 2023

Face The Fear


Advice for all young people intimidated by the pressures of modern society.

Monday, November 6, 2023

Waiting


A young man's difficult job is about to get more complicated.

Saturday, November 4, 2023

100 Words - Machine War


 The declaration of victory by the machines proved premature. Yes, they had superior intelligence, bullet-proof armor and a masterful strategy, but we had millions of buckets of water, acid-filled squirt guns and super glue.

The acid guns were used to damage the rubber seals, then the water was used to short circuit the inner works. The super glue was used to lock their fingers together, which made it hard for them to hold things. The final step was to snap their antennas off.

This was a slow process, but it kept the machines at bay till we perfected the elctroray.