A French man. Cool guy. We used to finish a bottle of Whiskey every day together. A French woman. She was his ex-girlfriend. She was so drunk one time that she fell asleep on the tiny highway divider outside our home.
A Spanish woman. She was cool. Two Peruvian ladies. They stopped speaking English when I tried to get them to pay bills. We had a big bonfire in the back and burned all of their stuff. Read more
I was late for work this morning–as usual–because 8:52 is the new I hate my life. I drove into the parking lot behind Widespread Panic Girl. I have no idea what her actual name is, but she has seven or eight Widespread stickers on her rear windshield so it’s no less fitting but infinitely more complementary than other potential nicknames like Dances With ProActiv or PocaHondas. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
