The Xylo Diaries. Picking Him Out.

  Before I coaxed him into the car, before I got the papers signed, and before the lady who gave him to me went on this hyper anal retentive rant about how the breed is second only to God in value to man kind and how I better reconstruct my house to accommodate...

What to Charge You For

“Woa, Lady, how did this become my problem?” I barked into the phone’s receiver. The property manager from the Hampton’s apartment complex, the place the team stayed at in Durham, was on the phone with me. She had a sweet Carolina countenance to her—until I started...

All The Fire Engines

“Hey Driftwood, how are ya?” Said an excited Sid. “What?” I said, getting off my twelve-speed and shaking Sid’s hand. “Driftwood,” he repeated, “or would you prefer Castaway?” “Your puns are usually bad but at least they’re decipherable. This one, however, has got me...

Kid’s Toys

“Did you see Manny got arrested?” I asked my dearest Bonnie, presently standing at my side with matching coffee cup and pajamas. “Shocker,” she said “Yeah,” I took a sip, “I guess. Though I was kinda surprised. He wasn’t the smartest guy I played with, but he didn’t...