We Are One you and I, we are like the earth

God, indivisible. Forever and ever, Amen. "Dude, you need to work on your love poetry skills" my best friend, Horace, advised. "That's never going to impress her." I threw down my

roll of butterscotch LifeSavers in a fit I would regret to the end of my days. "I'm gone, Horace. I'm here but on the other side or all sides, and I will love you and her always."

Butterscotch was not only my favourite flavour of LifeSavers but I tried butterscotch schnapps. That was mixed with orange juice so it didn't taste so weird. A failed experiment.

But then, not all failures are failures. They are still empirical data that might still yield something interesting. Such as that on the nights that John Jones was shining the bish

op. All night long. When his wife called, he would protest that he was up working. But he knew what he was doing. Once he had produced seven jars full of dna; he m

ade other people. At least he was trying. The one mistake he made was that he labeled the jar dna instead of DNA. He didn't know he was using Docile neutralizing acids instead of

deadly nasal aspirator. His attempts at suicide through the nose fell flat, and so did his nose. Now his only hope was to become a prize fighter. He went down to Louie's House of

Prize Fighting and asked Louie to train him to be a fighter. Louie said, "Naw, man, look at you. You're too old & flabby. And I don't think you got the smarts." In utter despair he

pulled the Rocky 4 poster off his bedroom ceiling, sold his one kettle bell on eBay, and dropped his 1/2 gallon drum of Tiger Protein at the food shelf. Now, to write his novel...