Drove into a mushroom at sunset. Finally intersected its core. It didn’t look so menacing. And I was happy. Old skullman watched as we paired the mushroom with a giant hot pepper. And I inhaled french fries.
Kingdom Come
It was 10 p.m. when I reached Kingdom City. Fresh water filled a labyrinth of potholes in the parking lot of the Iron Skillet Truck Stop. The depositor, a monstrous thunderstorm, fled the scene, churning east down the highway, framing … Read More