Bubbles

We called her Bubbles. On account of the fact that she was my best friend for two years, I really should remember why we called her that, but I don’t. I do remember how much we laughed. I also remember too vividly the harsh childhood she’d endured with her biological mother. Read more.

What Happens in a Public Shower…

Back in the day, when I worked out daily at a public gym, stuff would happen. Stuff happens to me all the time. But when this gym was halfway between the home and the place of work, well needless to say showers at the gym were imposed. Read more.

Not Scratching!

Owners can be a funny breed. Owners. Not that I am a slave or that anyone owns me. At least I think nobody owns me. I’m talking about race car owners. When you race, your boss is your owner. That’s a race car reality right there. Your life is run by the owner. He doesn’t own you, although he may think he does. Read more.

Dog’s Day At The Beach

Eating a sandwich, my friend looks at me and says “Let’s go to the beach again, want to?” We look at the time and instantly decide it’s worth it. It was 3:30, she lives pretty far from the beach, but that didn’t stop us. It stopped him though “traffic will be too intense” he said as he reclined even deeper into the lounge chair. Read more.

Where Do I Start?

I know, you’ll tell me to start at the beginning. But this story, you see, has no beginning. Not that I can think of, at least. Read more!