Must of

Stu turned the corner and walked, shin first, into an old fire hydrant. AAAHHHHHHOUUUUUCHHHHH!!!!!!! FuuuuckKK!!! Stu leaned over to rub off the pain. As he leaned, Stu’s forehead connected swiftly with the top of the hydrant. AAAAAAAHHHHOUUUUCHHHH!!! MOTHER… FUCKER!!!!’ Blood ran in a single stream from the crease of forehead directly above the point ofContinue reading “Must of”

Class Less One

Ms. Stanwich stood, perspiring from all pores, glaring at her 7th grade class. It was a small class of eight rambunctious boys and seven insecure young ladies. “I would like to begin classzzskll with a slls-hort writing asszzskll-ignment,” Ms. Stanwich said. Her lisp was grating to the ears. The cacophony of mixed syllables that followed what shouldContinue reading “Class Less One”

Barstools

Vernon slumped on the beat up, key-scratched, elbow-smudged, cigarette-burned, blade-chopped, liquid- and vomit- and chili-cheese-stained oak bar all by himself. Slurping club soda from a highball – lemon atop the outer rim – he sat knocking out games of video solitaire – drool drops dabbing the screen –  in the far left corner of the bar. TheContinue reading “Barstools”