The Last Time I Was Arrested


I was smoking a cigarette when the cop came up and asked for my license and registration. I asked him if he minded, then flicked my cigarette butt past him into the road.

That One Time I Flew


It had been a perfect full moon, August night with clear skies when I started; the flash of lightning roughly a half mile away over the peak next to mine threw my shadow down a steep ravine, heading my way. I quickly calculated my odds, and they weren't good.

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