I had thought Snow would be more beautiful,

I had thought Snow would be more beautiful, but her lips were garish in her middle age, and the black hair had streaks of silver, and while I was no Prince Charming anymore,

I still longed for beauty. Something pretty to rest my eyes on as I conversed with this woman I had grown so fond of through the distance. With a name like Snow, I'd imagined she

would be some washed up old prostitute who was far past her prime. Little did I know this women named Snow would change my life forever.

Miss White hitched a ride on my Rig just out of Chicago when I was making a run south on I-55 with a load of garden gnomes. By the time we were rolling into New Orleans my payload

was blown scattershot all over Miss White. I dropped my truck full of garden gnomes off at the local Loews and decided to spend some time at the Flyin' J because

they had some new girls there that were worth checkin' out. At least, that's what Riley told me. But Riley was a bit weird that way some times. Once, he was completely smitten over

the cashier at Safeway. Riley nudged me in the ribs, "I'd like to check her out, if you get my meaning." I winced. He would buy one item at a time just to use her express lane.

in a Norwegian accent. I had no interest in Norway. I was only interested in parenthetical citation. Other 12-year-old girls like me were examining square brackets while I

fell ill. My colon had an ellipsis, and to punctuate my malady completely, I fell into a comma.