Orbituary

Driving home from work after my mother died… The words come into my head Titty pink I see a pink 1965 mustang enter the freeway to my right, but why titty? It no more resembles a breast or tit or hooter or any color of any part of anyone’s anatomy than…well, maybe on some mammal, [...]

We all need to go back to Kindergarten. We were taught to get along, share things, not be mean, not call names…and then we all got juice and cookies before a mandatory nap. Life was good, it made sense, we followed simple rules and got rewarded with simple pleasures. Now life sucks…we can’t trust anyone [...]