Ye Good ole Telly

You ever scan the crowd for them? Those who like you? The faces in the rain, the addicts behind the curtains. You star the night off with two beers, no matter how much you wash your hands the fucking smell of carburetor cleaner and break fluids just won’t leave. You drink your first beer while making that shrimp soup. Twice you glance down, your hands and what you see is your hands are still dirty from the grease, caked under your nails, black as tar. You sit down on the oak table, and start your second beer. The shrimp soup … Continue reading Ye Good ole Telly

Dark Days

Hello, today topic is little deep To what good are morals and commitments if in times of darkness we leave them behind? Why, I had always taught that stealing, murder and life of crime was not a life worth living, little long a thing one should ever do. You see my great-grandfather was a “professional criminal”, never in his life did he showed regret for his colorful choice of career. I long ponder what would driven a completely sane man to a life of crime. Now I know. As waves and waves of anxiety, fear and what can only be … Continue reading Dark Days