The Cherry Tree

The Father of Our Country as a teen would spend hours staring out his bedroom window at his personal cherry tree. It was so beautiful and in its own way powerful. He named it Hugo.
George liked wearing tight pants that caused friction in his intimate area. One day he simply could not control himself. He looked down, saw an erection, and began pleasuring himself.
A gust of wind bent his tree and he came violently in his pants. He felt shame and embarrassment. He swore he would never view his tree in the same way.
In future years, as President, when he and Martha became intimate, she could never grasp why in the throes of passion, George would scream, "HUGO!"

Marlowe

Marlowe took a hard hit to the head, knocking him backward. Groggily he got to his feet and chased his assailant. The punk ran down the hall and just before he reached the exit, Marlowe took him down with a vicious tackle.
He pinned him against the floor, raised his fist and was about the break the thug's face when recognition hit. This was the same kid who had been following him all day, a kid probably fifteen. The boy shrunk in fear and flopped like a baby flounder.
Marlowe grabbed him by the collar.
"Spill it, buster. Who hired you? Why are you tailing me? Start yapping if you want all your teeth in the same place."
The boy sobbed. Marlowe's cheek ached. This was not a good day.
The boy gasped one word. "Ariana."
Marlowe flinched. His day had just gotten worse.

Bowling Teams

The Mulch Marauders
The Split Decisions
The Pin Lickers
Gutter Gurus
Three Hole Ambassadors
Spare the Rod
Beers On Us
Stinky Bowling Shoes
Foul Line Strikers
Pin Pulverizers

Semi Colon

There are points where I just roll along and complete my project without a pause. Other times I must take a step back and reevaluate my position for a comma like moment.
But there are other times where things get convoluted and I really have to actualize a stoppage to re calibrate my position. These are semi colon moments.
An example: when I was younger I spent time combing my hair and the only decision was on which side the part will be. But another issue popped up. How to hide my large, manly ears, which some describe as protruding. It took me awhile to figure out the spatial components between hair and ear, but I did it using spreading techniques I learned from my ancestors.
Of course, that is a moot point now. Now it's all about fluffing up my arm pit hair on beach days.
I'm putting a period on this blog.

Drizzle

I love drizzling olive oil. I could just drizzle all day and not mind it. Hand control and feel are vital with expert drizzling. You don't drizzle ketchup or gravy. There is something European about this action.I love smelling the oil as it splatters over my food. I will drizzle anything. popcorn, hot dogs, chili, tacos, pizza.
I'm sure the food on my plate looks up and thinks yum, yum.
I drizzle olive oil on my beef jerky.
Get your mind out of the gutter.

Brilliant Idea

Here I am driving along, and as often happens, I get a great idea for a story. I pullover at a Shell station and shut off the car. I begin scribbling in my notepad, trying to get everything down before I forget it. A few minutes later the attendant comes over and knocks on my window.
Are you alright, sir?
Yes, I'm just scribbling down an idea.
Okay. Because from where I was standing it looked like you were pleasuring yourself.
Oh no, that comes after it's published.
What if you get a book published?
Use your imagination.