by The Rooster on May 12, 2010
here am I gonna sleep?” I asked Brother Duke.
“You can crash in the tent.” he said.
“It’s too cold. And I’m a little afraid of what’s out there.” I said.
“True. Last night Fran woke me up because she heard a coyote outside the tent. It was actually the neighbor’s dog nosing through the trash.” Duke said.
I was home for Mother’s Day/Surprise 70th B-Day Bash. The event brought in the entire family. Brothers, sisters, cousins, nephews, nieces, and uncles all crammed into the Tiny Whitehouse. So as 3 a.m. rolled around and I searched for a place to sleep, I realized that my choices were limited. In the living room Brother Grizz and his daughter were snoring on the Hide-a-Bed. Brother Alf was dead asleep and passing gas on the other couch. Uncle Stan and his dog Sophie were in the “work room.” Sister-In-Law Fran and her crying children were in my old room. The only space available that had a carpet was the little nook in the kitchen. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on May 10, 2010
ust then the door opened and Tard poked his head in. Tard was the other maintenance man. His thick head barely fit through the door. He had a giant smile. His bleach white teeth contrasted against his jet black skin. The gap in his front teeth fired spit at anyone who stood too close while talking. If it wasn’t for his thick lisp, one would be frightened by this 6’3’’ grizzle bear.
“Mornin’ Roy. You know when they gonna paint the thwimming pool?” he asked. Tard was poorly educated. A manual laborer all his life, he never finished high school. He was good at his job, though, but even better at making babies. He had 4 children from 4 different woman.
“They’re gonna paint it tomorrow.” Dad replied.
“Perfect. Thanks. I’ll thee you later.” he said and closed the door. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on May 6, 2010
ircling me like a family of vultures to a carrion, the drooling nuns creepily smiled.
“Who’s this young man?” Sister Helen asked.
“It’s my son. His name is Jim.” Dad said as he nudged me forward.
“You’re just the cutest! You’re gonna be staying with us for the week?” she said with a sparkle in her blood shot eye.
“Yes.” I said quietly. [click to continue…]
