As you may, or may not know, I was not blessed with a plethora of patience. And that was at birth. Now add seventy years’ worth of life on planet Earth, and I have next to zero left in the tank. I’ve always had a hard time with stupidity. Ignorance is hard to find faultContinue reading “Patience, My Ass!”
Category Archives: Short stories
No More Excuses
Finally. The very best thing about watching my beloved Manchester United Devils beat down the Toffees of Everton, I liked more what was said BEFORE the match even started at storied Old Trafford on a beautiful sunny day in Manchester. “We have no more excuses if we don’t beat Everton on Sunday.” That from theContinue reading “No More Excuses”
Stealing
There are all sorts of crimes and taking something that is not yours is the absolute lowest. I have more respect for a murderer than a thief. Now before you get all puffed up and froggy, I recognize the difference between ill-gotten gain and a necessity to survive for those desperate enough to try andContinue reading “Stealing”
The One That Got Away
We all have one. That one special person, maybe even your very first crush that turned into a boyfriend-girlfriend situation. But then something happened. Life. You moved, they moved, whatever. As a military dependent living with a very ambitious Staff Sergeant in the United States Air Force, we travelled a lot. It was our lastContinue reading “The One That Got Away”
Wingman
Everybody needs one. Maverick had Iceman and my high school wingman (at least in ninth grade anyway) was a girl actually, named Molly Fletcher. We both lived in government housing on the US Air Force base Upper Heyford about seventy miles from London. Her father worked as some sort of “defense consultant” and my stepfatherContinue reading “Wingman”
It’s Only My Opinion, But…
I think if you are going to have tattoos, you need to have gig guns like the Rock, not those little white skinny punk rock junkie arms. I very much understand people and their insane need for validation, but some clothes are not meant for certain body types. I believe I put that as diplomaticContinue reading “It’s Only My Opinion, But…”
On Your Mark, Get Set
Go! I was never the fast guy. I wasn’t the slow guy either; I just possessed very average speed for an athlete. It wasn’t so noticeable when I played soccer, in fact. I possessed good speed for a soccer player. Since I was a center-forward, in 1967 that meant goal scorer. Period. Forget dropping backContinue reading “On Your Mark, Get Set”
Self-Discipline
There was a time early in my life that I exercised no self-discipline whatsoever. I mean, really. Many of the short stories and situations I got myself into in late 70’s-early 80’s Las Vegas are included in my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! I had it all figured out: I was actually making moneyContinue reading “Self-Discipline”
Marijuana
I started smoking pot when I was 14 and a sophomore in high school. It seemed a natural thing to do since I was playing in a hot little rock and roll band and I did not like the smell or taste of tobacco smoke. I thought it was great that I could get aContinue reading “Marijuana”
Mere Observations
So the machinists at Boeing are continuing their walkout, demanding a new contract. Their planes are falling apart and dropping out of the sky on a daily basis, so why not reward them with more money? I’ll take the train, thanks. September home sales were highest in years, but how is anyone able to buyContinue reading “Mere Observations”
