The man on the video monitor was definitely Travis. Same goofy red hair, coke bottle glasses, and clothes two sizes too big. But how was that possible? Travis was
When I was 7 years old a great white butterfly committed suicide in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but swallowed it whole. I was hallucinating like crazy - I saw
Nobody knows how Saturn got its rings. But I have a theory.
The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. Most of the newbies were on deck feeding the fishes while one-eye and I peeled potatoes
Beryl examined her toast carefully and carefully nibbled around the image of Princess Diana burnt into its crisp surface.
As i walk through the valley where i harvest my grain i take a look at my wife and realize.........
On his fiesta red plate was a hard-boiled egg, a stalk of celery, and a jar of mayo. The Garçon made a sweeping motion "Oui, Egg Salad Deconstructed. Bon Appetit!"
I am an imposter. I can admit that now, but on that fateful Chrstmas Eve so long ago, ringing my bell & smiling benevolently at anyone willing to drop a few coins in my red kettle,
So he looked across the room like he had somewhere to go. He had to commit to a destination. An important destination. It was the only way to avoid talking to his friend.
It was the stickiest situation since Sticky the Stick Insect got stuck on a sticky bun.