Lou was a drunkard. He awoke, pregnant and alone, and remembered the woman, the beer, the syringe and the contract. He had regrets.
Written by whatevermort on Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 8:15 pm
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The day's to-do list was unfit even for "trending topics".
Written by lovehasnologic on Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 7:55 pm
Sometimes food wasn't enough. Sometimes only chewing on your hand would do. Such is the modern baby's life: digital.
Written by orbitingfrog on Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 7:48 pm
Spread out across an 800 sq. ft. box is no way to die.
Written by lovehasnologic on Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 7:00 pm
He paused, mulled, sipped, felt the pills fizz in his gut as the two met. In the other room his wife prepared her latest argument.
Written by whatevermort on Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 6:36 pm