Tag Archives: Arroyo Grande
Can’t Quite Go Home Again
I have no real drive to smoke this cigarette at all, but I smoke it anyway. It tastes good, and I can feel the power of the nicotine coursing through my veins. I like it, it feels great, it feels like old times. I am scared because I like it so much. Bonnie comes over to me and offers me a cigarette. I decide to grab one for later… in fact, I grab two. Bonnie is surprised. Continue reading
Dave’s Deliverence
The scissors cut some, but other treads just slipped through the blades. Many of the strings were snarled with strands from other seams, too. My shorts were a tangled mess of threads from everywhere. The more fiber I sliced with the nearly-worthless scissors, the more I found I needed to cut. Continue reading
