The other night, the neighbors were having a Bar-B-Q. They were having a blast. The two jolly, large, loud women kept ordering their husbands to the liquor store to refuel the party. The husbands would stop on the way back to drink something they had hidden in the shed behind our place.

The party was in full-swing when a bunch of fire trucks went by and set all the dogs in their yard (and ours) howling up a howl storm. The two women started howling too, and then dove at the dogs and started wrestling them on the grass. The sun was setting beautifully, orangely and violet. A huge parrot (it costs more than my truck!) that lives in one of the apartments started squawking (it does that when the sun sets.)

The men were watching their giant wives roll around on the grass wrestling the dogs and they were loving it: hooting "Yeah Babe! Get her! Yeah!"

The women got to laughing so hard they couldn't move, and the dogs started running around in circles snapping at them. The parrot suddenly emerged in a doorway started commanding "Shut Up! Shut Up!" One of the women got up standing, swaying, drunk and hollered back at it, "You Shut Up!" The parrot looked her in the eye and said, "Shut Up! Shut Up!"

She yelled back at it "Yeah, well Fuck You too!" and staggered away to her own apartment.

You can't buy that in the developments.

Writing available:

The Local Project, Redevelopment in San Bernardino County

Burning Town Down: An Experimental Novel

Essays on Apocalyptic Media