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Hey Hey what? Hey Kid Capri. Whats up? Oh I dunno.  Not much. Yeah? Yeah, not much at all. Anyhow, I was thinking. Yeah, what were you thinking? I was thinking about how we should go down the corner store. Oh yeah.  And what would we do there at the

Young.   Younger than  5 years of age.  For certain. Older than 3 years of age? Highly possible. Settle on 4.  4 is close enough. Wearing a navy blue windbreaker. Why this detail? The temperature is cool.   Not cold.  Not warm.  Not hot. Pleasantly cool. Pleasantly cool. The sky is blue.

Willy the Vet wanted nothing more as a child than to live in a shot gun shack. He imagined the shack on a desolate prairie surrounded only by an endless sea of sage brush that extended to the far away horizon. Aside from the shack he would own nothing more

Severin sat in the same seat at the same bar every day for countless hours. He did this for over 17 years. He only stopped because one day he didn’t wake up. On the day he didn’t wake up, cirrhosis was the irrelevant protagonist. Severin, like many drunks,

She was such an intoxicating soul, that one.  She smelled of ambrosia and her lips tasted like honey.  She had just the right amount life in her.  An ephemeral quality.  Balanced.  Youthful though wise. Enthusiastic without manic.  You would fall into her eyes when you looked into them.  She would

Milo was a squirt of a kid.  He loved nothing more than to walk down the road with a big ol’ baseball bat.  He was a punk, that one.  And in his case I say that as a compliment.  From his appearance you would think him just an average kid