Tag Archives: work
Dangling in the breeze, you know, like all the rotten sacks do…
Chinaski, Chinaski, Chinaski. Somebody dig this man up from his grave and slap him across his rotten face, tell him enough with the horse track poems, tell him they’re bad, real bad! They’re real bad, Hank, if I have to … Continue reading
People Wilderness: The Spices and Love Juices of Cold, Frigid February
Ron arrived just three and one-half hours after I’d made the phone call, when they said he’d only be an hour, maybe two. Through the falling snow flakes, he looked like a round, purple, oblong-shaped Eskimo, because he wore a … Continue reading
In peeling back the skin on the monster, beneath the lizard scales she’s got perfect, silicone-free breasts, but when her mouth opens all I hear is: “NIGHTWORK”. I don’t want to like her, but I don’t want her to hate me either.
The adjustment is the real killer. Going from a daytime routine to picking up the wrenches and climbing behind the wheel of the truck, driving into the night so you can blast some holes in walls and maybe get something … Continue reading
The People Are Crazy, Out Here in the Dives
BENEDICTION/MALEDICTION “Everyone is a turd waiting to get flushed; not everyone can be a floater, bottom down, top up, basking under the sun. The unfortunate truth of this is that we all came from some giant stinking asshole, functioning perfectly … Continue reading
A Lesson in Metaphorical Poon-Pounding and Spiritual Laser Surgery
When everything that moves is a blur, and seconds feel like hours, the only thing that equates a long ass work day is a dude pounding your ass who just won’t cum. Where’s the fucking lube when ya need it? … Continue reading
