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“Expect shit, cause that is all you’re ever gonna get out of life. Try as hard as you want, it won’t matter. Best you can hope is that someone will let you work your hands to the bone for ‘em. Eight hours a day for pennies an hour just so you can scrape up rent. The great American dream in all it’s glory.” It is about here that he would stop and have another drink of his beer. Even now I can almost see the label. I can almost make out the picture, the little red bike with bushes growing out a...

I can hear a shovel full of dirt as it hits the coffin. It slides off the curved top and down the sides. Every muscle in my body tenses at the sound. I turn m head and try as hard as I can to sink into the velvet lining. Hawaii starts to sound pretty damn good right about now. I close my eyes and try to sink away into the lining once more. Same as before I am still here. It strike me funny how they put so much time and effort into making the dead comfortable, gotta pick out a coffin, the shoe...

Her name was Roxanne. She had brown hair with eyes to match. The kind of girl that Gods only dream of. For the past 20 years she was mine. The only thing I ever cared for, my daughter. She tells me she loves him. I figured she was too high to mean it. I pull out a mirror and a razor from the top drawer of the desk in front of me. It closes with a soft click as in slides into place. In the sort of voice you use to tell a child there is no monster in the closet I tell her to take another line. ...

The words hung in the air for a moment after he had finished singing the lullaby. He looked down at the little boy sleeping and smiled. Pulling up the race car blanket he whispered "goodnight". Bob swift got up off the corner of the bed where he was sitting and it slowly puffed up, slowly pushing out the indent that he had made. It was only a three paces across the stiff brown carpet to the door. He got two and a half before he paused. Shaking his head slightly he scolded himself. He couldn't...