Monthly Archives: February 2015

Cherry Bomb Love: New Years Eve 2014

“Did he kiss you?” June asks. She reclining in a lawn chair, sipping a Dr. Pepper like it’s a White Russian. Admittedly, she doesn’t play the roll of ‘love guru’ better than Mike Myers. “Or should I ask, ‘how big was his … Continue reading

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Ghosts of Christmas Past: Thursday Dec. 25, 2014

“I wish I’d gotten that power switching unit instead.” Oliver moans. He’s shifting through the cords of his new PS4, connecting red and white AV cables to the back of the living room T.V. “What am I going to do with this thing?” “You’re suppose to … Continue reading

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Gifts from Friends: Saturday Dec. 20th, 2014

Customer need’s assistance in Sporting Goods. Customer needs assistance in Sporting Goods please… “What are you getting Sunny for Christmas?” I ask, leaning over an empty pushcart, one with a creaking left front wheel and something sticky on the handle … Continue reading

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An End to Nothing Important: Thursday Dec. 4th, 2014

“It’s not that bad.” I turn a small mangled square of carbon steel in my hands. Globs of what were to be a perfect welds run along its length like silver bird droppings. “It really isn’t.” June, laying back on her Airstream’s tiny … Continue reading

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Turkey Day, Pass the Ham Please: Thursday Nov. 27th, 2014

“What’s it like having your driver’s license?” Aunt Kat asks. She’s stirring a large bowl of  pumpkin pie mix with an impossibly huge whisk as sunlight pours in through the kitchen window, making her glow like the Human Torch. “It’s good.” I say. “I … Continue reading

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