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Chapter 2: Nostalgia’s Scourge It’s mid-January and I find myself fighting insomnia hard. I hope this goddamned pill does the job. Tired of this over dramatized high school love, tired of my chaotically eclectic fantasies, tired of that damned self-righteous Bush too, I’m so tired I can’t get any sleep. About those fantasies: one night I find myself kissing my pillows, the next, I’m fighting my shadows. Lover, fighter, gun owning liberal-I’m a walking paradox. I think I’ll take a few more of ...

His family gathered round to hear the sound of something he had to say, “Now I leave, to heaven I conceive, because I am to die today.” Perry was old, as pure as gold, but his life was at an expected end. He paid his debts, fed his pets, and comforted his very best friend. He closed his eyes, said his goodbyes, and laid down to his last rest. They mourned some, drank good rum, and remembered his bequest. Meanwhile in peace, Perry deceased, came to a bit of a…well Problem to figure, of so many...

The world was at its end, No borders left to defend. What bombs could break, break they did. And my love for that Eskimo, I never hid. In a nuclear holocaust, in the year twenty fifty, I lost my wife, a wife ever so clever and nifty. It seemed I was but one in a world of none. Not even my dog sweet sparky for simple fun. I traveled day and night; I was looking for life. I wanted to find a companion, maybe a wife. I think I may have had a lot of Antarctic rum, When I stumbled upon my sweet Hun...

Milly was a church girl of sorts. She dated all the boys in sports. They liked her beauty, said she's a cutie, and they loved to take off her shorts.

There was an lady, Sha Nee Nee, who loved to drink my martinis. And when she was drunk I'd turn on some funk, and she'd dance in her bikini.