MTB: Killing The Devil, Chapter TwoThat evening, it was me, my daughter, my new son-in-law, my other son, and his two seven-year-old and four-year-old kids, Julio and Brendon— the six of us— and we were having a great time that night even though our first invites hadn’t arrived yet.MTB: Killing The Devil, Chapter Two2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Are you sure you don’t want to go inside?”
“I’m sure. I’ll just sit in my van and watch it all unfold in there. Does that sound like a winner to you?”
I could hear the conversation between them from outside going on, and it kind of startled me a bit. I was about to go deeper into this chat before Kathy Lee saw me, so she said something out of curiosity.
“So, dad,” she asks me, trying to get in on the dialogue, “What’s going on out there?”
“I can’t say for sure,” I told her, “but as far as I can figure, I’m not really gonna worry
MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter SevenWhat, you guys thought that this was the end of my fucking story? Well, that’s where you’re wrong! Why would I be telling you this if I left it at Mandrake dying? Seriously?! Okay, enough about that. Let’s continue with my little tale. So, nine long years had come and passed, and Riley had just recently entered his sophomore year as a student in the infamous Treaka School of the Arts— and I was still in the conning department, by the way, and I still am, as you can see, with my new sunglasses and new hat on my head. Mandrake had been dead for all this time, and I just carried on as if it never happened. I just then got done conning a rich dude out of some ten grand, and I was going to cash the check in my name. And guess what? That’s exactly what I did, and the bank tellers never know that I was a con man. Now you tell me that ain’t smart! Anyway, I had used that money to get Riley a new piano with all the works to it.MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter Seven1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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I Worry:Iconrainbow-iplz: :Iconrainbow-wplz::Iconrainbow-oplz::Iconrainbow-rplz::Iconrainbow-rplz::Iconrainbow-yplz:I Worry4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I worry about everything.
I worry about what I did back then.
I worry about what I'm doing now.
I worry about what I will do later.
I worry for no reason.
I worry because I want to.
I worry because I need to.
I worry because I have to.
I worry at the worst times.
I worry when the world is thriving.
I worry when things are going good for me.
I worry when everyone's helping me.
I worry too much.
I worry even though I should be happy.
I worry even though it isn't necessary.
I worry even though I have it made.
Why do I worry anyway?
Is it because someone's talking behind my back?
Is it because I'm different than everyone?
Is it because I'm not as good as I say I am?
I guess perhaps I shouldn't worry, then, now, should I?