walls are props

I finally sold my Triumph. I drove up to meet the buyer with a number in my head that would get me closer to a new motorcycle, and the buyer had an envelope ready with that exact amount in freshly pressed hundreds. I enjoyed taking that to the bank.
So goodbye to this fine […]

Normally, I’m not the biggest Springsteen fan. I figure he hasn’t really rocked since ‘92, and everything before that is just getting old. A free ticket is a free ticket, though, and when my friend Joe called me Saturday night to tell me three people had backed out on him so far, I thought I […]

This afternoon, around 3 o’clock, my sister told me the fuses were blown in our bathroom. I called the landlord and went back to doing whatever it was I was doing at work. Around six, I showed my motorcycle to an interested buyer, so it was about six-thirty when I walked in the back door. […]