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…]
by The Rooster on May 2, 2010
he pain of my expanding bladder pressing against my kidney woke me up in the middle of the night.
“O.K.”, I thought as I sat up. “Just hold it in for a quick second. The bathroom is just a few steps away. You’re a big boy.”
As I pulled off the covers, I realized that I wasn’t home. This place was foreign. I didn’t recognize the pea green walls or the T.V. that sat on the shabby chic dresser. My bladder was about to explode and I had no clue where I was! I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. [click to continue…]
