Moustache Unplugged #28

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

Dear Mindless Dog Hiker,

As I closed the distance catching up to you on the single track trail, I noticed your bounding dog frantically dashing around like a fly trapped inside of a window. No leash? I guess that explains the neon yellow doggie vest so you can spot him up to a mile away. Suddenly, his goofy brain focused on me and he transformed from a buzzing fly and into a charging bull.

Hippie Chickens

Another broken egg! I grumbled while mucking out the gooey mess from inside the nest box.  Who's doing this? I directed at the feathered flock who gathered around me. Beak by beak, I conducted an inspection and found no incriminating bright yellow egg yolk.

Horse Smarts

The decomposing rancid odor of death suddenly punched our nostrils while heading up the overgrown logging road. If I screamed, no one would hear me while alone in the bottom of the desolate canyon. Somewhere concealed in the shadows, branches cracked, and a hasty spin had us headed back down in a controlled trot. I kept glancing back to ensure we didn't need to sprint.

Wanderlust

W A T E R

Survival hinged on those five simple letters inked with black magic marker, in bold block print, on a shard of cardboard torn from a beer box . Recycled twist ties from dumpster diving behind a forgotten bakery were looped through the top of the advertisement, attaching it to the back of his backpack. West Texas gusty winds fanned the sign like mud flaps on semi trucks as the thirsty man trudged forward along the dusty shoulder of Interstate 10.

Hokas & Hornets

Holy smokes, look at those things!  They look like Frankenstein boots with an athletic flair!  Who in their right mind would buy such an absurd looking tennis shoe?

Well...I did.

Moustache Unplugged #27

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

Dear Uptight Trail Runner,

You took an absolutely magical moment and, with your sourpuss attitude, wrecked it. Fortunately, your nonsense is not contagious as I still embrace the beauty, grace and artistry of the moment.

Everybody Needs One

Alone, crouched down on a rotten landscape timber behind an abandoned strip mall, he tips up his 24 ounce can of Hurricane High Gravity malt liquor and pulls another hearty swallow. It's quickly emptying as he stares off into the distance. Sloppy graffiti, dumped furniture and rubbish strewn about the area are invisible to him as tears well up on his lower eyelids while lost deep in thought.