Have you ever had those moments when some event, or some line, or some thought in your head felt like it could be your next great story? And then it just...
Should I wear this or the grey?, she thought to herself. The Grey, she decided, I feel like I should be inconspicuous tonight
"Hang a Louie", he drawled. I smiled and continued driving. "Aw, you missed it bro! I told you to hang a Louie"
Sometimes I feel like there's a specific reason why the watchman at your local shopping center will make a huge deal of you parking your bike in a car space. I call it, The Theory of the Underemployed.
Doing anything in a group can be such a liberating thing, they both thought to themselves at the same moment, more than 8000 miles apart. While doing very different things.
And that night, for the first time in his life, he actually turned on a heater in his house.
The old man lit his cigarette, watching as the next stream of cars slowed to a stop at the signal. He put his banjo to his lips.
... and such things. I promise, one day, one of these will become a story.
