
100 Words - Not My Knife
“Whose knife is in my glove compartment?” My friends seemed as confused as I was. They’re terrible liars, so I…
“Whose knife is in my glove compartment?” My friends seemed as confused as I was. They’re terrible liars, so I…
7/15/21 – Virginia We Are Here We are in Ashland Virginia, just north of Richmond. We only drove 120 miles…
Clyde’s early work in the slasher genre was rather shoddy. Even with a completely incompetent constabulary he was nearly caught…
7/8/21 – Kill The Cyclists I try to pick RV parks near bike paths, or at least bike lanes. The…
He told her there were a thousand ways to die on the road. She guessed there were just as many…
7/1/21 – On The Border I rode my bike to Georgia and back. A whole seven miles. Lesson for today;…