Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Is No


I hear an ice cream truck.
There is no ice cream truck.

Monday, September 29, 2014

It Was


It was like the time Gregory Peck tossed an aluminum ladder into the whirling blades of a helicopter.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

There Was


There was a time when this kind of thing didn't matter.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Party


During the first week she walked up and down the halls by herself and thought about this. She planned about being with some bunch almost as much as she thought of music. Those two things were in her head all the time. And finally she got the idea of the party.

She was strict with the invitations. No Grammar School kids and nobody under twelve years old. She just asked people between thirteen and fifteen. She knew everybody she invited good enough to speak to them in the halls - and when she didn't know their names she asked to find out. She called up those who had a telephone, and the rest she invited at school.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Held The


Harry's adult life held the lilting resonance of a teenage lolly gagging.

Monday, August 18, 2014

More Partial Stories About Glass Hats


Its inscrutable combination of muscle and finesse bears evidence of endless tweaking.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

No Message


No message is a message.
And now this!

Friday, August 1, 2014

How To


1. How to use promotional golf gifts for recreational drugs.

2. Trillions of dollars are sitting on the sidelines of the DJIA.

3. Being able to see through Courtney Love's new shirt.

4. All of the above.

Friday, July 25, 2014

More


More perturbing tales about the Blackfoot Indians and how cleaning your oven can be toxic.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Friday, June 13, 2014

Don't Call Me Dude, Part VIII


Pages 83, 84, 85, 171,172, 181, and 187 ripped, tossed or hidden from the Encyclopedia Of Mayhem.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Monday, June 2, 2014

Rafa !!!


The tornado was so loud that you could barely discern the screams of the campers . . .

 
Pinecone Stew