Just Dave
I wrapped my jacket around her shaking legs and heard the dull, staccato thud of Steve slamming his fists into one of the men who had raped her, just before I went hunting for the other one.
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I wrapped my jacket around her shaking legs and heard the dull, staccato thud of Steve slamming his fists into one of the men who had raped her, just before I went hunting for the other one.
When I came home late and found the lawnmower in my bed, I realized my dad wasn't kidding when he said he wanted the grass mowed "today."
Now that my sister is depressed, mom says it's a "damnable disease," but when I was depressed five years ago, I was just "a bitch".
The cop would have given me a speeding ticket had I not been wearing a complete ninja costume that Sunday morning.
When she started the call by referring to her computer as her TV, saying she couldn't bring up her "Wahoo," I knew I was in for a fun call.
Discovering that window washers do still exist and discovering that I had no idea where my pants were happened at the exact same moment.
My brothers tears covered his face, his eyelashes sticking together, as he stomped his foot down and demanded that my mother stop choking me.
The day after I lost my virginity, I tried to send my parents the message subliminally by repeatedly setting the thermostat in the house to 69.
We were married for more years than she's been alive.
Rolled up black socks are strikingly similar to my compact umbrella in appearance, not functionality.
That's when I looked down and realized my fake nail had somehow caught fire, and no one was around to witness it but my fish.
I was the last person to find out that I have Dissociative Identity Disorder and that one of my personalities has threatened my friends.
I came out to my family over 6 years ago and the most painful reaction came from my father who said, "I thought you were smarter than that."
I wonder what their lives are like now, whether they're happy, and if they ever let themselves remember the night in 1981 when they were drunk and ran that Volkswagen van off the road playing "chicken."
At my mother's funeral, my grandparents argued over the type of lettuce they had eaten the night before and I interrupted them by admitting I was pregnant.
Thanks to my brother, you'll no longer get detention for having blue hair.
I knew what we really were when I realized we had eaten our Christmas Dinner out of a cooler from the back of a pick-up truck.
As the door to the Taco Bell restroom came crashing over top of me, all I could think to say to him was "I said I'd be out in a minute."
My ex-wife would freeze up every time she told the story of coming home from church as a child and finding all the dolls she had left lined up in tiny chairs replaced by the dead squirrels that her father had killed that morning.
Seeing my mother-in-law tangled up in her electric fence made me happy.
The only year I refused to go to my neighbor's Easter party was the year she dropped dead during the party.
Today my son not only discovered that he can avoid taking a nap by climbing out of the crib, but also, if he is extra quite and doesn't wake up mommy, he can climb the fridge to eat the rest of the Christmas candy.
I realized the crumbled bit of pill left over resembled a cookie, and laughed out loud at the image of the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street gobbling up Lorazepam.