They shouldn’t throw away tires with no treadsor retread them, either.Just keep them on some fucked up rear wheel drive cars that still runand have fun at abandoned parking lots.Make sure to get rid of the concrete things at the end of the parking spots.Get it sponsored by the closest gas stations.Spray it all down …
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Writober 10-19-2019-Sling
As the hatch closes, I feel my daughter’s hand reach in and touch my fingers. She pulls back quickly. I hear the hatch click, the hiss of the air pumping in and then quiet. She says I love you and places her right hand on the glass above me. I reach up. Her husband pulls …
Writober 10-18-2019-Misfit
Misfit is a word I have always really liked. Most people think of the band, the white face paint with the tongue out, punk rock, noise and neon. But to me, it’s just that something doesn’t fit. And not just that it doesn’t fit, but that it was SUPPOSED to fit. Like a mistake. Like …
Writober – 10-17-2019-Ornament
Growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness meant I didn’t celebrate holidays so I seldom had to deal with ornaments. I’d see them in people’s houses, through their windows, or while I stood at the door and my dad tried to convince someone that their religion was wrong. I remember one Christmas, the house we knocked …
Writober-10-16-2019-Wild
On the drive home, I was complaining to my father about my problem disconnecting from work. It’s real easy for him and I think it’s because he’s always been an hourly worker. If he ain’t getting paid for it, he ain’t giving a fuck. I was also dreading doing homework with my son, who is …
Writober 10-15-2019-Legend
I spent a lot of time with my mother’s side of the family when I was a kid. My father didn’t interact with them very much aside from waving at them from the car when he dropped me off. Probably because he divorced my mother for being a lot of things, which I’m not going …
Writober 10-14-2019-Overgrown
Dammit, Chris, what am I supposed to do with overgrown? At least you were able to draw that pyramid for your thing. I could’ve drawn a crazy plant or the fence where my neighbor’s weeds are growing over it. Or Swamp Thing. But I’m stuck trying to write about overgrown. I had written a thing …
Writober 10-13-2019 – Ash
The first song my son learned was Ring Around the Rosie when he was like two. When he dropped to his butt at the “all fall down” part, it was so cute. Even then, he was a little performer. I had no idea this song was about the Black Plague and the ashes were from …
Writober 10-12-2019-Dragon
“Dada! Come look!” he screamed through the bathroom door. Not in fear or shock, just excited. I turned off my phone and finished my business. He stood there looking up at me when I opened the door. “Come on,” and he walked into his room. “I found an iguana,” and he pointed to the base …
Writober 10-11-2019-Snow
Back up the stairs for the last time, I ran my fingers along the dingy wooden handrail to the second floor. I tried to hold on to the feel of the cold on my lips, the smell of the wetness outside. Ahead of me, in the dark narrow stairway, bags in her hand, her black …