Stop And Smell The RosesAs Kevin held the gun to his head, whispering to himself that he would make the series finale come a little soon, his son, Jacob, pounded his fists on the bathroom door. Kevin turned his head to the door and thought about the day he realized he was on a TV show. Everyday was the same when you're a 45-year-old married man with marriage problems and a cubicle job. He passed every person who was selling roses on the sidewalk as he walked home from work every day. He didn't even bother to smell them.Stop And Smell The Roses
His wife had the car. She worked. Her hours were off from Kevin's, though, so they never talked. And when you come this clo
Dirty Gold - EpilogueEpilogue Three Months Later It was the middle of June, and it was sunny. Oh god it was sunny. Jennifer and I were on the bridge. We weren't sitting, we were standing. Her arms were around me and her head was leaning on my shoulder. I stood there with one arm on her shoulder, looking out at the water. "Tommy called me yesterday," she said. "He said Florida's great, but he misses home. He kept goin on about how he can't wait to get back and celebrate the Fourth of July with us." "Yeah, that'll be fun..." I said.Dirty Gold - Epilogue
"Do you remember everything that happened back in March?" she asked me. "Back w
Dirty Gold - Chapter 11Chapter 11 I'm gonna tell this story to someone someday. Someday I'm gonna sit in a bar, with a beer in my hand, and a wallet full of pictures of my kids, and I'm gonna tell them how I ran all the way to the hospital in the rain. Everytime I told the story, no one thought I was running away from Keira. No body thought that I was wrong for going back to my friends. Because that is the basis of life.Dirty Gold - Chapter 11
In life, relationships will change. You will meet someone, you will love someone, you will lose someone. Most likely multiple examples of all of those will be scattered throughout your life. That is the cycle of
Dirty Gold - Chapter 10Chapter 10 "So what do I do?" I said to Mr.Boyd.Dirty Gold - Chapter 10
"I don't have anything to tell you, Chris," he said. "You got the weekend to think about it." "Tomorrow is ISSMA," I said to him. "The twentieth, we've known about it all year, but it's pretty hard to play when your life sucks." "Your life doesn't suck, Chris!" Mr.Boyd put on his jacket. "You just keep making yourself think it does." I rang the doorbell. It was March 19th, about six in the evening. I was on Keira's doorstep dressed in a long sleeve gray ADIDAS shirt and baggy jeans. She opened the door and smiled. "Hey!" s
Christ kid, where have you been?
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Dear god I need cotton swabs.
Think you'll be able to make it to the PK jam this Saturday?
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Dear god I need cotton swabs.
I like your fantasy writing better. Much better organized thanyour others.
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Why play 'Hungy Hungy Blackheart' when you can sling-shot the 'SilverFish'?
"What the Heck does 'sticky' do?"
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