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Sandra Davies left a comment for Mike RochettePosted on December 31, 2011 at 10:46am 0 Comments 0 Favorites
It's a chill morning, one of those where the thermometer wishes for wool socks, where you drive with your head sideways as to not amplify the fog in the windshield. The old beast turns over slowly, reluctantly comes to life, the fuel gauge is on walk. Will it be enough to make it to work, collect a check, reach the bank?
It's only been 10 minutes but the Cat's frozen solid, hot coffee with 2…
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Some jackets just don't have enough pockets, the designer compensate by making them way too big. Extracting a buzzing phone from a pocket stuffed with keys, gloves, pack of gum, lighter while walking briskly is one of those things that requires coordination beyond what the Cat can muster before his 3 rd coffee. The phone fall off and knocks itself silent.
A glance at the number, “Wow these…
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The Cat wakes hurting, tumbles off the two superposed air mattress, fighting to keep balance and hits the light switch on the wall. The bare bulb on the ceiling does little to cut through the blur from the gunk in his eyes. Wheezing like a locomotive, the Cat claudicate to the shower, thinking “This is it, last morning in this dump, we move tonight”.
The hot jets soothes his muscle and clear…
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Where to start when there isn’t really a beginning just a continuance of insanity, The Alley Cat’s life. There are a few hours where the Cat can sit and confide to paper, a few more hours in this Land of the lost Souls, the cannabis capital of the country.
To every pot head, it’s paradise, as long as they can find the means to afford it. Bud is king, Jack is prince, along with princess Ecstasy they hold court in the Valhalla castle, ruling over a large transient population and a great…
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Sandra, head under the hot jets of the shower, never ears the toilet flush. The blast of frigid water takes her completely by surprise. She lets out a vengeful “HAAaaarrRRGGgggg” before hurriedly stepping out of the tub enclosure. Not bothering to cover herself, she snags her cold wet clothes from the floor and rushes through the door toward the bedroom where she can see Lucy, half sitting half lying on her bed, shaking from a…
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