Monday, July 28, 2014

Cottontail Ninja


Scattered gray clouds thudded along the ground, gently pushed by an early morning breeze. Vegetation, burdened with a heavy dew, rolled droplets off the tips of droopy leaves.  Fiery brush strokes of vivid colors streaked amongst the breaking clouds and the morning silence was cherished. Sounds were muffled by the heavy air as my peace and serenity were instantly interrupted with a shrill screaming that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Snowflake Kertuffle

"It'll take a full year for complete recovery," my surgeon commented and those words echo in my ears, driving me to prove him wrong. I simply don't have a year to fart around while crippled from Achilles tendon surgery and I have been pushing physical therapy to the limits. So, on the 5 month anniversary of my waking up incoherently blabbering to nurses who had dressed me after floating around in la la land during surgery, I felt ready for a true inaugural trail run. 

Friday, July 18, 2014

Moustache Unplugged #15

hehehe...I seize the moment to work on my letter.....

Dear Jackass News Reporters,

Unbelievably, I've listened for days and not only does my moustache violently twitch with your simplistic vocabulary, but my ears furiously sizzle and my butt hairs angrily bristle with your "live and on the scene" news feeds.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Content

Cruising at highway speed, aided by a strong tailwind, a pronghorn antelope streaks alongside me, darting between sagebrush and eyeballing his suicidal intention to blitz across the roadway in front of my truck. Suddenly, our sprint enters downtown Jeffrey City, a modern day ghost town out on the high sagebrush plains of central Wyoming.  The pronghorn dashes behind what appears to be an abandoned gas station. Crudely made signs and a neon light indicate that the business is open with MONK King BiRd POTTERY hand painted with two bird footprints on the storefront.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Cornered

A pizza box spotted with grease here, a crumpled old newspaper there, a bag of assorted trash tossed in an empty corner. One discard followed by another is such a slow buildup that it goes unnoticed. It's similar to gaining weight. A pound here and a pound there isn't noticed since it is just a gradual increase. But, link days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and years into decades, and the accumulation becomes staggering. The first pizza box morphed into mountains and the conditions surpassed hoarding, it was a super-hoarder's house.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Moustache Unplugged #14

hehehe...undetected, I seize the moment to work on my letter...


Dear Fellow Americans,

Happy 4th of July, and...

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Sassafras and Willie

The little girl's blue eyes bulged as the scene before her gushed more bloody fluid. Beneath her thick blond hair, her brain busily processed every tiny detail and no words were spoken as she stood entranced with the activty.  She did not wince or nervously knead her delicate fingers in balled fists, but instead, her small hands stayed at her sides. Oddly, she was not terrified while standing in the corner of the small room. She somehow was very intrigued.