Sarah left months ago.
Couldn’t get out of the funk.
Nothing made sense.
A note for his brother.
The metal taste of the gun.
Pressure on the trigger.
Phone.
Hello.
Fred, it’s Margie, I’ve been meaning to call since Sarah…well, left. How are you?
Great.
Would you like to come over?
Now?
Yes.
Ah, sure.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Adrift and Paddling in Sea of Angst
May I help you son? the bearded man asked.
You?
I’m God.
Oh, the all powerful one?
You’ve heard of me. Reborn?
No. Go away.
My son, don’t you want my help?
No. Leave.
A huge big white grabbed God and bit him in half.
Thanks, Flipper. Can’t seem to get away from that guy.
You?
I’m God.
Oh, the all powerful one?
You’ve heard of me. Reborn?
No. Go away.
My son, don’t you want my help?
No. Leave.
A huge big white grabbed God and bit him in half.
Thanks, Flipper. Can’t seem to get away from that guy.
At the Bar His 8th Double Scotch
He knew he was going to die. Nothing could save him. The hell with it. No hope. Wait for it to happen.
The bright white light: finally he was crossing over.
Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones.
He looked up at the domed light of a trauma bay.
What happened?
You fell off the bar stool.
The bright white light: finally he was crossing over.
Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones.
He looked up at the domed light of a trauma bay.
What happened?
You fell off the bar stool.
Why Did it Happen Like This?
At the foot of his bed.
Perfect.
Flawless.
Nude except for the pink panties that she shrugged off and tossed to him.
Afterwards, he couldn’t believe it.
Something gnawed at the edge of his consciousness. Didn’t go away.
Fuck. The alarm.
Another dream.
Legs over the side of the bed.
On the floor, pink panties.
Perfect.
Flawless.
Nude except for the pink panties that she shrugged off and tossed to him.
Afterwards, he couldn’t believe it.
Something gnawed at the edge of his consciousness. Didn’t go away.
Fuck. The alarm.
Another dream.
Legs over the side of the bed.
On the floor, pink panties.
His Third Marriage Had Just Ended
Favorite bar, concerned friends trying to cheer him up.
“Fuck it. Never again. No fuckin’ babes. Period.”
They all looked at each other.
Many drinks later.
“Hey, who’s the chick with the big tits?”
He staggered over to the bar. Two hours later they left.
“Where are you?”
“Las Vegas.”
“Why?”
“I think I’m married.”
“Fuck it. Never again. No fuckin’ babes. Period.”
They all looked at each other.
Many drinks later.
“Hey, who’s the chick with the big tits?”
He staggered over to the bar. Two hours later they left.
“Where are you?”
“Las Vegas.”
“Why?”
“I think I’m married.”
Father, Please Hear My Confession
The nun, 23, in full habit, knelt and lowered her head.
Father, bless me for I have sinned. I only prayed 22 hours today.
Well, my child, that is truly some sin.
Say twenty Hail Marys, fifteen Our Fathers, and give me four you-know-whats.
Oh, Father. Four.
OK, what the hell. How about one.
Father, bless me for I have sinned. I only prayed 22 hours today.
Well, my child, that is truly some sin.
Say twenty Hail Marys, fifteen Our Fathers, and give me four you-know-whats.
Oh, Father. Four.
OK, what the hell. How about one.
A Rocky Courtship and Rockier Marriage
“Divorce? “
“Over my dead body.”
“Honey, have a special surprise for you tonight. Don’t be late.”
Candlelight filled the house.
“Wanda.”
Thigh-high stockings, high heels. Nothing else.
Two bottles of his favorite wine.
He grabbed his chest and fell to the floor.
“Help me.”
She smiled. “Over my dead body. Remember?”
“Over my dead body.”
“Honey, have a special surprise for you tonight. Don’t be late.”
Candlelight filled the house.
“Wanda.”
Thigh-high stockings, high heels. Nothing else.
Two bottles of his favorite wine.
He grabbed his chest and fell to the floor.
“Help me.”
She smiled. “Over my dead body. Remember?”
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