Some of us just can't bear with frustration,which

Some of us just can't bear with frustration,which only builds up more frustration as we become impatient.

Imagine this: you're crawling through rush hour traffic, you desperately need to use the facilities, and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the windshield is only making things wors

in any longer. The shriek builds until the pressure becomes too much. You yell over the roar of the Bellagio Hotel fountains "STOP THROWING WATER BALLOONS YOU LITTLE GITS!". The te

a leaves read, "there will be a happy romance for you shortly," which left out the part about becoming soggy. With pockets full of water and a pile of kickballs, I struck out to

the universal kickball league. Across the stars kickball was played and I had all the water and kickball in the universe to supply the league. Income was high, but I had to decide

If I would be able to support my family with this career. I have a son. I have a wife. She has leukemia. I can't afford to let them down. I'm everything to them, and them to me. So

I close my eyes, and let them take over.

When I open my eyes, they are gone. I am not where I was before. It is silent. Vague humanoid forms, beige, or perhaps khaki, lumber about in the dim light. Their bowed heads seem

agitated. "For the last time Daniel, stop that silly folding garbage and go to sleep!" I wipes the fingerprint smears I always get on my glasses when I'm typing. Sighing, I slept.