He slid behind the legs of adults, some of them with thighs like giant fat pigs. He looked up and saw bellies, chins. No faces, he frowned. How freaky! Pushing on legs that only sometimes moved, and other times forced him to squeeze between knees which pushed against his chest. It sort of hurt, but more like uncomfortable. He stopped in the forest of different pants and shoes for a moment to catch his breath. Then he stuffed his hand in his pocket with one eyebrow raised, he pulled out his li...

He slid behind the legs of adults, some of them with thighs like giant fat pigs. He looked up and saw bellies, chins. No faces, he frowned. How freaky! Pushing on legs that only sometimes moved, and other times forced him to squeeze between knees which pushed against his chest. It sort of hurt, but more like uncomfortable. He stopped in the forest of different pants and shoes for a moment to catch his breath. Then he stuffed his hand in his pocket with one eyebrow raised, he pulled out his li...

He slid behind the legs of adults, some of them with thighs like giant fat pigs. He looked up and saw bellies, chins. No faces, he frowned. How freaky! Pushing on legs that only sometimes moved, and other times forced him to squeeze between knees which pushed against his chest. It sort of hurt, but more like uncomfortable. He stopped in the forest of different pants and shoes for a moment to catch his breath. Then he stuffed his hand in his pocket with one eyebrow raised, he pulled out his li...

The object placed into the box was somewhat important not vital just important. So the object was placed and surrounded in tiny pieces of foam for protection. The box was closed and sealed shut with tape to prevent being opened. An address was written and then a return address also. Then the box was carried to a counter with a register on top of it and a fake smiling human being behind it. The box was carefully taken from the customer with overacted nods and more fake smiles. The box was pla...

Do you ever get into those situations where you just can't get anything right? Then this horrible thing happens... the sinking feeling. That terrible hollow gut with the hot flash of embarassment? Like your stomach is weighted down? For example, someone goes, "Man, these city lights sure are fucken cool!" You say "I don't think so, it is only the mere attitude that influences your perception to make it seem so cool." Heads turn. Music stops. Helicopter crashes. "Say what?" jaw dropped person ...

History. It can be nice. It can be horrifying. It could be both. For me it’s both. However, the horror of it outweighs the good. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the trouble to be optimistic. Bright eyed and happy. It feels good to pretend. For a little while. It’s a simple fact of life. We deny loss. We deny pain. It makes it easier to get by if you can avoid it. But for me I choose to look it in the eyes and accept it. Then bury it deep inside me, in the darkness of my heart. It works. For ...

Bright white lights shined down in his eyes while he fought the urge to shield them. The microphone only a foot away, echoing his voice out to the large room full of silhouettes. Only the people in the front row had faces right now, he could hear the laughter though. That was all that mattered to him. But it wasn't enough, they weren't roaring laughs... so he knew what he had to do. He shrugged with a smirk, "...So when I was a kid, my Dad used to pass down his words of wisdom, he always told...

Sam had been rubbing his eyes constantly because the annoying sounds had him curious. His mind constantly retraced what had happened. While he was blind he kept telling himself he wasn't going to have amnesia. What happened? Evil frito pie, nude singer of telegrams, oblivious of his surroundings post traumatic stress disorder pizza delivery man, maniac gun toting cop, bright white light. That's what happened! The bright white light had cleared and his eyes focused. He saw one of the problems ...

It seemed as though they would walk forever in this darkness. Sam couldn't help but think about how bizarre it was. Of course, the whole night had been bizarre but this had topped it. Months old Frito Pie isn't that weird but the fact that it had rendered him and a pizza delivery man with anxiety disorder unconcious made it bizarre. A nude singing telegram was a little out of the ordinary but that she was knocked unconcious by her own stereo, bled all over his couch, and woke up like a ninja ...

Sam pushed the door open to his home, walked in and tossed his jacket somewhere. His keys jingled so he threw them on his couch as he rushed through the living room and stomped into the kitchen with a growling belly. He pulled open the fridge, milk. That's it? After setting his cellphone down, he searched the cabinets for what seemed to him like hours but was only minutes. He found a box of Oat Bran and sighed with a sour face. Then he noticed the bag of brown sugar, and his sour face became ...