A dollar, a dollar, a dollar for a collar.
Wet moist patters across the asphalt street, like the asphalt where you looked at her.
What she really wanted to say was, why do you keep on looking at me like that? 1,251 more words
My mother recently made attempts to interlope in my personal relationship with my estranged wife. In a public forum no less. For completely inexplicable reasons of her own she went digging through my wife’s facebook and found one of my posts on her wall from last November. 2,733 more words