Inger’s Finger
2018-09-04
In which Inger says she found a finger in the abandoned Cadillac Escalade that was in front of my house. And there is breakfast.Continue Reading
No Pulse Just a Finger
2018-07-08
Stolen Cadillac? Not really a story. Escalade with suitcases containing cocaine, cash, and clothes? Better. No pulse, just a finger on the back seat? Yes!Continue Reading
Out of the Mouth of Boys
2017-11-20
All Needs Are Rights If you are underage and your survival depends on adults, many things feel like God given rights. To be fair, much is a right because two people had sex and here you are. Beyond the age of ?12? or so, beyond puberty when it is possibleContinue Reading
Bless Her Heart
2017-10-10
Before Bless Her Heart I left Inger in Farmville with Eugene at Einstein’s Bagels. Bless her heart, she was begging for money to buy a bagel. Gene fed her and started to talk to her about life as a hobo. Since then she’s been traveling with various groups the mainstreamContinue Reading
The Last Hippie
2017-02-19
Turns out that tearing up your own neighborhood doesn’t move the needle elsewhere.Continue Reading
Inger
2016-12-30
Inger’s first appearance on the blog was last August when I started a kurfuffle for tossing about the word “rape” too casually for some. I didn’t name her then. I described the incident in a post titled, “It Was Rape“. I never named the girl who threw herself at theContinue Reading
