It’s 5:15am. I’m behind the Oscars on Rodeo and off the clock. The store doesn’t open for 2 hours anyway. Plenty of time, especially considering that he will be gone until the next 3rd Tuesday of the … more →
rise.at.jawn: Stories and Poemsokcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: It’s 5:15am. I’m behind the Oscars on Rodeo and off the clock. The store doesn’t open for 2 hours an … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: “Oh, just hurrying to Rodeo to replace these two size too small pants. Hee,” through a fixed jaw and … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: A fifth gin and tonic in hand and his head full of fish, at 3 a.m. Thomas Haggard mused for the fift … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: This is a story I put together a couple weeks ago for a contest by nycmidnight. In it, contestants w … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: “So how many we got today.” “Slim pickens this time, mate. Just the one; and a little bugger at that … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: Though the thigh sized branches and wide thick leaves he climbed upward. Hand over hand. When no eas … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: How does anyone go anywhere? It was all so complicated. First there’s the feet, taught and then rela … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: It was not a perfect spear. It bowed slightly in the middle. There was a large awkward knot near the … more →
okcomplaya wrote 1 year ago: In the beginning, there were thighs. Taut bundles of raw flesh standing almost horizontal. There was … more →