24
Sep

Sword

I wear a sword instead of a gun because fuck it. I’m sure I could be like everyone else, be stylish and fab and wear one of each but damned if I don’t care, I like the way this feels on my hip. Damn guns are always poking into my hip. Yeah, I’m complaining a gun […]

23
Sep

Boxer

A hulking shape moved through the haze. “Christ, man, they’ve got a Boxer.” “Shit, who’s gonna play puppy?” “Not me, can’t handle that speed.” “I’m up. Flank or flaunt?” “Flaunt is less likely to kill the rest of us.” “Yeah, yeah. Leaving me for brunch, fine.” “Better you than us.” “Fuck you.” “Gladly.” Light streamed […]

17
Mar

Should

I should be doing this more often. That goes for meditating and exercise as well. I should be doing these things for my well being. I should be doing them so my beard slows down its quick succumbtion to grey. I should probably use real words instead of inventing them. And, yes, I realize I’m […]

27
Jan

Bathed in Blood

The field was bathed in blood.