"Why do so many girls go for assholes?" Ken asked.
I shrugged and took a swig of beer. "Maybe it's not as simple as that."
"Huh?" Ken shifted in his seat. "What do you mean?"
"Maybe those girls don't think those guys are assholes."
September 2006
Archived Entries from this Month
Dating Assholes
September 24th, 2006Why Do We Do Things We Know We Shouldn't?
September 17th, 2006I knew it was wrong to throw the rock. Even if the building seemed abandoned. But, before my friends could react, I threw it.
The alarms sounded instantaneously. We hopped on our bikes and raced away. A few minutes later, a helicopter appeared overhead. We scrambled under some trees and watched it circle the building.
The Bush is on Fire
September 10th, 2006"The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn."
- J. Pop
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn."
- J. Pop
I'm not sure what possessed me to light that bush on fire.
Maybe it was because I knew where my Mom kept the matches. That's just about all the reason an adolescent male needs to light anything on fire.
Tender Loving Car
September 3rd, 2006It was like my car was taking a golden shower on my finger. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The day was crisp. Birds were announcing the arrival of the sun. Early morning joggers were taking to the streets. I awoke from some surreal dream and looked at the clock.
"It's Sunday," I thought to myself. "Sweet."
