Is that a moco?

"C'mon!  This way!" yelled the driver to his friends as they fled from the stolen BMW he wrapped around a metal traffic light pole. 

"Hurry Up!"

Poised & Ready

"Stop, police!"

He spun in the dark shadows behind the grocery store and feverishly ran from the voice. Tripping over a curb, he regained his balance as he hit the wooden fence. Splinters stabbed into his hand as he scrambled over the top and dropped hard on the other side.  Involuntarily, his legs sprinted as his brain, panic stricken from the officer's sudden appearance, wondered what he had done.

Moustache Unplugged #31

hehehe...he left the computer on so I'll work on my letter....

Dearest Nyx,

Remember me?  I embraced your tragic story of slowly cooking to death in the back of a police car while ranting in Moustache Unplugged #19 and have kept quiet for awhile. But, here of late, additional tragedies are sucker-punching me and my whiskers are buzzing in anger.  So, it's time to let 'em rip.

Surprise Endings

Knuckles rapping with purpose on the old wooden door sounded miles away in his hazy stupor.  Persistent pounding on the peeling paint invaded his fog-like trance stemming from a 3 day meth binge. He secretly hoped someone else strung out in the living room would address the piercing racket, but no one flinched from their catatonic states. Haggardly, he stood and rubbed his bloodshot eyes, scratched skin so itchy that it felt like ants were crawling all over him and yanked up his baggy pants that used to fit. Greasy hair was pasted to his forehead as he staggered towards the front door.