I
hastened my exit strategy, disposing of my career prematurely and creating more
financial dysfunction than originally planned, moving in with Biodad and the
semi-separated wife, interpreting that I would assist them in restructuring
their side-swiped lives. Unbeknownst to
me, they had been interpreting that I would be a great roomie to party with. They then spent my difficultly-acquired money on booze, cigarettes and party
supplies while I hid in my room, surviving a soundtrack to madness and biding
my time.
Flash Fiction: Don’t Forget the Veg…
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As Joel looked through the kitchen cupboard this evening, what he saw could
best be described as “organized chaos”. Oh wait, no, it wasn’t even
organized. ...
3 hours ago
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