by The Rooster on April 18, 2010
moke pushed all the fresh air to the ground. Within minutes, it was as foggy as an autumn morning in San Francisco.
Our neighbor Ernest was washing his car when he saw smoke barreling out of the air vent. His house was a hundred yards away but as anyone who’s from a small town knows, anything done outside of the house is guaranteed to be seen by a neighbor. For the first time, this was a good thing.
He dropped the soapy sponge and jumped in his pick-up truck. He peeled out of his yard, hopped the street, and landed in our driveway. Rocks and dust shot everywhere as he raced up our dirt road. Luckily Dad wasn’t there to witness this, otherwise he would have yelled “Slow down!” He hated it when cars drove fast up our driveway. There was one speed allowed on our property and it was “just let the idle carry you.” [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on April 15, 2010
h, Mom. You in there?” I asked softly as I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Yeeeees.” She replied slowly. Raising 10 kids made it impossible for my Mom to have a moment alone, even in the most private places.
“Well, um, the trailer’s on fire.” I said
Without a moment of hesitation, I heard the toilet flush and the door swung open. She whizzed past me and ran outside.
“She didn’t wash her hands,” I said to myself. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on April 12, 2010
alf way down the hill, I began to freak out. I was going too fast and the wedgie that was riding up my ass really hurt. So I threw myself to the left and began rolling like a log.
Not smart.
“When will this terror end?” I thought as I felt jagged pebbles scraping my elbows and knees. Finally it ended, and like unraveling a carpet to discover a candle stick, I went shooting into the grass. I rolled about three times and jumped up. I immediately pulled the shorts down from around my neck.
“Cool, huh?” Duke said as he turned around and started walking away. A huge dirt stain went up the back of his sweats. I swiveled my neck and looked at my butt. My ass was also dirty. I tried to dust it off but the dirt was stained into the fabric. The three of us walked through the camp ground with what looked like skid marks. Nothing is more embarrassing than visible skid marks. [click to continue…]
