Chapter 2 Tula Teacher was looking over his small class of Chosen students in a dusty room above an old stable. Most of these boys were from the poorest families of their faith in Tula, those who could not afford the tithing required for the regular Chosen school. A few had parents of some means …
Grandfather Ritter’s Ride in a “Paddy Wagon”
OK, Morgan, I get it. Angus has bad breath. Halitosis. Can you say halitosis?
Like most Danish children the other dolls had blond hair and blue eyes. But that one had dark hair and brown eyes, like her. “I identified with the dark doll – and she became mine in my heart.”
VW bug driver vs. back woods cops.
I hate the damn beach. All this fuck’n sand. Gets into every Goddamn thing; my clothes, my hair, my mouth.
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton