Sunday, January 17, 2010


The fog horn woke us up. I had my glock close by and the shivers stopped for a moment. We were on fire. Fran was dancing in flame and her lower body was melting. I yelled, "cut your fucking losses and run".

basically, we had to jump into the freezing fucking ocean. i charitably threw Fran first and followed with perfect form.


1 comment:

Eugene Dick said...

the period should be before the quotation marks. what were you thinking? no hostility