by The Rooster on April 8, 2010
e had just settled in to bed and The Trailer was silent. So quiet, that I could hear the crickets outside rubbing their legs together.
Breaking the silence like a gun shot in a forest, a soft and steady “Pffffffffft” sound came from where my parents were sleeping. It lasted for 6 seconds and then fizzled.
“Is there a propane leak?” Brother Duke asked.
The entire trailer started shaking as Mom tried to hold in her laugh. She could never play innocent when she passed gas. Within seconds, the smell of fermenting cabbage had filled every crevice of The Trailer. Nothing stinks more than a “Mom fart.” [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on April 5, 2010
e don’t want a basket full of candy this year,” my brothers and I said to Mom.
The elastic on our sweatpants was stretched so far that it was starting to splinter. Feeling sorry for the few lonely threads that clung on for hope, we figured it was time to go on a diet. So this Easter, in honor of Christ’s resurrection, we were gonna start a fresh and healthy new life!
“Then what do you want?” She asked.
“We want fruit! Something healthy.” I said cheerfully. I was too high on the idea of being thin to realize that not having candy on Easter was like not having presents on Christmas. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on March 31, 2010
hat the hell? Look at Leena all up on Moe!!” Nina said as she glared across the gym, her arms folded.
We had been in Club Protégé for less than one song and drama was already thick in the air.
Nina, Baloney, Chaz and I huddled closely, as we whispered and sent glares towards Leena’s camp. [click to continue…]
