Page One Only

Starts off as a warning but the last line takes a turn and makes me wish for the second page…

Males, Singing and Rubbing

I wondered if I had stepped back into a time machine to the 1950s or something; I mean, I really thought we were getting past all this.

Bloodshot Red

A teacher’s report of inebriated student who disruptively demands a match.

I’m Really Emotional

I teach at the high school and found this on one of the desks after class. I am happy to not know which of my students left this for me to find.

I Can’t Do This Any More

Here’s a sad little note I found on the sidewalk at the foot of the Clay Wade Bailey Bridge.

We’re Only Gonna Die Anyways

I found this while exploring an abandoned house with my cousin. It was crumpled up and shoved under a couch cushion.