I’m not a bad guy, really I’m not. Sometimes though, I have bad thoughts. It was like…if I saw an opportunity, if it just fell in my lap, then I couldn’t pass it up. I still loved my wife then. Yes I know she treated me like crap, humiliated me in front of our friends,
I remember this as if it were yesterday. It was a Saturday night in the fall of 1999. My husband D and I were out hitting a few of the regular bars, and before heading home we stopped at one last bar. It was a sports bar in Escondido, a few miles from where we
I could hear the bang, but was it in my dream or was someone knocking on my door. Took me a second to realize it was the door. Getting up I could see that the thunderstorm that they had said would be coming has started. Looking thru the peephole I saw it was Allie. One
It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang. I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,”
Shelly Cooper’s eyes were beginning to fail her after twelve hours on the road. She had hoped to make it straight through to Atlantic City tonight, but realiz- ing that she still had four hours of hard driving ahead of her, she resolved to stop at the next town for some- thing to eat, and