humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Growing Up Gunnison
Mustang Touchdown Mort had a 69 Mustang fastback that we all liked to cruise around in on Friday and Saturday nights. On one of those nights, I’m pretty sure it was late fall when we were seniors. We were out cruising Tomichi like most weekends when we saw another friend.
By The Prepared Christian5 years ago in Humans
Moving day
Its 513am in Tessa’s one floor walkup half empty one bedroom apartment in soho she used to share with an old college’s roommate. Cassie who abruptly 2weeks ago. there are moving boxes packed with memorabilia excited and ready to be unpacked to start life in a new home on a new wall or. Shelf
By Sylvia Cooper5 years ago in Humans
Michael Armstrong Was A Dead Man
Michael Armstrong was a dead man. He had always known that. Even as a small child he knew that. The knowledge that he would end one day. That whatever he did, however he tried, it would all be gone and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. He went through the motions of being a child: toys, games, schools, but he didn't ever get very involved. As if he was just watching everything from the outside.
By Paul Hayes5 years ago in Humans
Scoop Friend
Everyone has their own, worst day of their lives. Depending on your own circumstances, your worst day can vary from a breakup, getting fired, a car accident or a losing a loved one. Whatever the case may be, it is your own, personal, worst day ever. As time goes by, that worst day changes as more awful terrible events happen. This is depressing, but the harsh truth about life. My, worst day ever, when I first became an adult was the day I moved out of my house, and then it evolved to my wedding reception where my mother hurled insults along actual wedding gifts at my guests. Usually I try to make a positive out of a negative and the wedding story, now twenty years later, still makes for a great story. As the years passed and new experiences took place, these events are just a small blip on my timeline. More traumatic events have overshadowed these and the tears of fresh pain have washed away the hurt of long ago.
By Pie Robinson5 years ago in Humans
Dustin Taggerroot Makes Good
Dustin Taggerroot was seventeen when I first met him but he could have been fifty-seven. He was lanky with jumbo-sized joints and a hollow, haggard look that perfectly complemented his sunken eyes, which peered out from beneath his dull straw-like hair. Mean-spirited people might believe at first glance that Dustin was a meth user but that was not true. Dustin’s family is sprinkled with members with jumbo joints and deepset eyes, and many of them are so pasty-faced the little kids have a hell of a time finding the right crayon they need to make a family portrait. I doubt Crayola makes a “Pallor” shade.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Humans
Merry Extravaganza!
Jim Dimity, Nancy Sweetanall and I waited on the sidewalk for the Greater Metropolitan Roopville Christmas Parade and Extravaganza to begin. It was a beautiful November day, the kind of day folks would have killed for on July 4th. The breeze was brisk but the sun was bright, beckoning people out of the building shadows to stay comfortable. Colorful leaves swirl by in skittish little eddies of wind, adding to the merriment of the occasion.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Humans
The Mask Police
The Mask Police 02/07/2021 Michael Bonham Larson I remember my mom telling me when I got my Kindergarten report card that I had flunked skipping and galloping and that for some reason I could not tell the difference between the two. I remember practicing and playing hopscotch with my sister but could never get this down. I was a terribly un- coordinated kid and I guess it has followed me to this day. I remember in my 30’s going to a country western bar and trying to learn how to Line Dance and Two Step. I was asked to give it up. My dad used to accuse me of tripping over hairs. Need I say more?
By Michael Bonham Larson5 years ago in Humans
But I NEED a New Car
16 A.D. The scene is set for our young adventurer. He has just been certified with a proper license to ride his first chariot. He’s ecstatic and can not wait to show his friends how cool he is and to gain that extra sliver of independence he so desperately yearns by owning and riding his own chariot. He pleads with his parents to trade for any chariot they could afford for the young man. They decline saying they are too poor to afford anything. The young man is heartbroken, but little does he know his older brother has yet to reveal the fact that he will be giving him his first chariot.
By One of Few5 years ago in Humans
