I don't think I was going to say what I was going to say. If I were
going to say that, I would have said it before. If I say it today,
what I was going to say, then what I would have said before would not
be what I wanted to say. Anymore.
sarah
Buggoo needed to leave the jungle. He had always lived there and had
never been anywhere else. But recently, everything about it rubbed him raw.
His loin cloth chafed his
thighs. The green leaves and tangled vines made his head foggy.
The constant insect buzz made him frown and snort in unhappy
sweaty torpor.
SniffinPup
I got home from work late again. So tired. I took off my tie and headed
straight for the cupboard.
"...Seagram's...Gilbey's...where's the bourbon?"
My peripheral vision caught the glint of glass under the sofa. I reached
for the empty bottle and put my hand in a small pile of vomit.
"Goddamn cat."
Jesse