AN ORANGE CAT IN ROME_Hit Me Again, Bob_Hell is Planted With the Best Intentions_THE MIND IS A LONEL
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AN ORANGE CAT IN ROME
AN ORANGE CAT IN ROMEA week’s just too short.Especially when that’s all you’ve got left to live. Tightness grips my throat, like someone’s choking me.Dr. Gottmann places a hand on my shoulder until I feel its warmth penetrating my skin. Doctors don’t usually do that. They’re austere. Scientists. Cold. When they do that, things must be bad. Real bad.My only symptom is this intermittent tingling behind my ears. Otherwise, I'm perfectly fine, with energy to burn. I still sport my teenage mullet, graying as it may now be. I’m not prepared to die; I still feel my best years are still to come. Which...
Hit Me Again, Bob
T/W: Aunt Jemima used as a seductive pancake maker. A song from 1893 by Henry Miller is quoted. Both of these are found in the free use policy of international satire law. There's also some religious language. Don't read this if you go to a non-denominational church. ###########You know when the judge gives you three to five … Hours of community serviceHe's not asking you to train for a new profession. I throw my shovel down and tell big David Bagelwood that he needs to take care of the carcass himself. My name is not Animal Control.My name is Tommy and I was caught scuba ping without a licen...
Hell is Planted With the Best Intentions
I should have seen this one coming when I heard Sharron’s voice on the phone. “Maddy?”“Yes?”I need your help. I have a plan, but I cawww.onedoor.ccnnot pull it off alone. I want to surprise the residents of that high-rise old folks’ apartment building with flowers.”“You mean to send them all flowers? Are you crazy? That will cost a fortune, even if we get them at Walmart and deliver them ourselves. There must be two-hundred people living there!”“No, I have a different kind of floral delivery plan.”“Uh oh.”“No, this is a great idea, but will you help me?“Sharron, this time, I want to know what I” m getting i...
THE MIND IS A LONELY HUNTER
*** WARNING: Mild profanity. ***My body totally betrayed me when I was under anesthesia to have my tonsils removed. What I mean by that is, just because my heart stopped beating for like, what, twenty minutes or something, for that small span of time my brain just lacked a little bit of oxygen, nothing really to write home about. What’s the big deal? Then, all of a sudden, I’m like evicted, tossed out, given the bum’s rush. Jeesh. That’s gratitude for you. After all I’d done to keep fit and ready. Healthy eating, regular exercise, occasional pampering massages and a single Finnish sauna every ...