School dragged along at a snails pace all day. My first period, and English two class, felt like it would never end. It was hard enough trying to stay awake with the few hours of sleep I got every night. And the teacher's droning voice did little to ease my suffering. Second period was a bit easier, though my lack of friends within the class did little to help me defy complete boredom. I could care less about solving for...
Okay. So let's just say that you were having a crappy day and at school it only seems to get worse. Would you respond violently? Scratch that. Let's pick a target. Okay, so we have a bully - we'll just call him Bundy L. Levy for fun - and a bully always seems to have that one target - how about Taylor Regis Ethers. Great, now we have our characters, or players rather. Now we need a setting. I'm thinking a high school call...
His love has been shown With hurried kisses Balled up fists, Illicit cross town visits Forty years of foolishness, stark regret on both sides, bruises and black eyes and futile halfhearted tries It has taken its toll and I am far too old, To wait for things to change. . . The whole damn town has laughed at me from the moment I said “I do!”, I’ve been long considered a fool For taking the shit he puts me through He is the...
"Be happy," he said. Like it's that simple. Like I haven't been trying. Like saying "be happy" erases the fact that I'm being put on the back-burner again, being used as a back-up plan, a last-resort when there's nothing better to do. Saying "be happy" is supposed to change the fact that he pissed me off again. Who says that? Who says, "be happy???" "Be happy." I want to be happy. So desperately that I push too hard, ask...
One Door Closes. . . I spent the last six months in my failure-of-a-marriage, tying up loose ends. Divesting myself of all that I'd gained in twenty years. We all accumulate things, to keep under the banner of, “what-if ?” We'd had all our hurtful arguments. Each trying to score points off each other like a weird new X-box game. Except as far as I was concerned this was no game I ever wanted to play again. I was played ou...
Walt was a handsome Norwegian cowboy. His wife, my Aunt Pat, was a squat Native American woman with hazel eyes.He'd cheated on her for years, and was standing before a judge asking for a divorce so he could be with Mary. When the legalities and accounts settled, the judge looked up from the papers and told Walt that without his wife he owned a horse, and nothing else. Pat had vanity plates made for her Cadillac that read...
I have been married for 42 years. I discovered after getting married that you never really know your in-laws until then. My wife and I went to school together, grammar school and high school. I got pulled from the normal junior high school and put in an accelerated program for gifted students. Little did they know what gifted was. We met when I was sent to high school in a gifted program there too. Through high school I d...
Many years ago an acquaintance asked me, “Do you hate your ex-wife?” “Of course not!” I replied as we strolled about the grounds. “Why would you think that?” “Well,” he responded, “she deserted you for a younger man, but still got alimony, child support, the house, car, kids, and dog in the divorce settlement. As I recall, your wages were garnished. And if you ever do retire, she will get half of your annuity. Don’t you f...
Tears From Within Copyright Don Abdul ©2006 From the first moment Winning my heart with your flattering comment The warmth inside of you radiating Oh! How I loved your spontaneity Tender smile so captivating Nothing showed of your notoriety You talked the talk Even walked the walk At least down the aisle You promised for life, every last mile So I’m not the vixen I used to be Is that enough to change your attitude towards...
