she shifted silently
on top of the seat
she’d sauntered so
earlier in the evening
as empty as that bottle
of beer in front of her
she knew she’d find
a sucker to which
she’d empty the next
bottle or two from.
as the cigarette dangled
between her fingers, just
inches from her face,
she laughed a coy laugh,
not really even hearing his words,
just watching his eyes as he
panned down her profile with
the attention of a little boy
seeing his first breast, his
This thread got me to thinking:
And in an effort not to clog that thread with my ****, I thought I'd put down my thoughts here ... enjoy?
I'm 32 years old. I live hard, drink hard, and won't be around for another 10 years. I'm not gonna waste anyone's money by going to the hospital and prolong my life.
In those 32 years of life, I've been to the hospital once. I wrecke
@ 9:19 pm
she brings me my steak
that was ordered a while ago
she has a smile that aggravates me
places the plate on the table
in front of me
she leaves no silverware
just a dusting of salt
that has sat
inside the shaker
for a who knows how long
there is a television in the background
with Travolta playing foil to Newton John
while I try to figure out how to cut this beef.
An old man sits behind me
cuz I can feel him squirm under the
They say with age you become more sentimental and at 32 I may agree. Though my tooth isn't that long and my hair just spotted gray I find myself more emotional about the things I love. Things like my dog crawling up the stairs ... slower every time but fighting the pain so he can get to our room for snuggle time. Yeah, I snuggle with my dog. Get over it, manly men who think that's weak.
I love waking up to the sound of my Dad's alarm clock going off at 4;30 am, cuz at 63 years old he STILL work
It’s not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. Death he’s ready for ........
Smoldering deep inside my soul I fight to contain a semblence of discretion. I don't want to be that fan. You know the fan I'm talking about. The blind fan that sees nothing positive going on, only chaos around him. I don't want to be the fan that complains loudly to whoever will listen that the officiating has been ripe of dog ****. I don't want to wish Gary Bettman harm in the way of a prison raping.
As long as I can remember I've always been a fan of Detroit sports. Growing up in the upper regions of Michigan - Whittemore Prescott to be exact - there was little else to do then to emulate your favorite sports hero.
Mine growing up was Lance Parrish. I'd stand in the rock covered driveway of our trailer on Cranberry Lake Road and destroy aluminum bat after aluminum bat. I'd never use my Lance Parrish "signed" Louisville slugger for RBL.
The really cool thing about my drive way baseball esca