Hello readers! Johnanson Enterprises is back in business after a rough patch last week. No, I’m not back in the textiles game, that’s just how me and Rick refer to ourselves (sometimes, I call him The Rickshaw).
It turns out, high winds, old trees and power cables don’t mix well. That meant I wouldn’t be watching my stories on the TV all weekend because of the giant storm that blowed through the Soon-You’ll-Die Apartment Complex on Thursday.
What a bitch that was.
The Bingo Bus picked me up Thursday for our weekly pilgrimage to Epilepsy and Diet Coke Casino. Normally, the “High Noon Flyer” is filled to the gills with the money-lusting blue hairs angling for the next inheritance-filled walking corpse they can canoodle with under the flashing lights of the Wheel of Fortune slots. Not this time. Oh no. Apparently, all the frisky blue hairs’ children actually give a damn about them because that bus was as empty as the local VFW when they’re out of Old Fashioned mix.
Harold Schotzen’s kids must hate him as much as mine do me, because we were the only ones on the entire bus. Since no one told us about the “Fat Man” on track to strike the area in the afternoon, Harold and I were like cattle on the slaughterhouse conveyor belt of stormy weather.
Would the line end at the casino, our retirement community or on the road to the Seizure Palace? Come back tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion to “Where’s My Skull Candle?”
To be continued…
August 28, 2007 at 10:03 pm |
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