Locked Inside
Being that I’m a cheery guy, I find myself thinking sometimes, what are the worst ways to die? Then I’ll rank them from best to the absolute worst.
Being that I’m a cheery guy, I find myself thinking sometimes, what are the worst ways to die? Then I’ll rank them from best to the absolute worst.
I’m glad I like hot weather. Glad I lived part of my life in the frozen Midwest, at least long enough to know that compared to the cold, I’ll take hot any day of the week. Just give me something as small as Mesquite shade, a gentle breeze off the Gulf (okay, the air feels like it’s coming from a portable heater), and I can be happy.
According to some staff members at the Comfort House, a 34-year-old nonprofit in McAllen that offers hospice care, some harassment has come their way after it was announced in early May that a June fundraiser was going to put on a drag-queen show.
Whenever my day is going pleasantly well, I’m always looking over my shoulder to see what’s going to ruin it. Yesterday, I left myself unguarded because the day (Sunday) was going great. No stress. Just a nice, pleasant day that had brought us some rain in the early morning. By early afternoon, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It was then that I should have realized something wicked this way comes, to quote the name of the book written so long ago by Ray Bradbury.
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