T R U T H

The surreptitious stuff is the most fun to play with. Amy Joseph was an unhappy woman. She had three young sons but more interested in starting a romance with a gimpy disabled guy up the street. We didn't care because our interest was on what trash was put out on any given trash day. Where does that boyish interest go as soon as girls get interesting? Cassie wore makeup like a mime except for the white face paint. Her lipstick went out of the lines by about an inch. She actually was pretty cute but that red mouth had Bozo feeling envious. Joyce was a fatty with red hair, end of description. Madalyn was boom-chicka-boom but she never showed any interest in our interest. Mrs. Ponunzi looked like granny-hairnet and yelled at boys whenever she saw us. Is it apparent that I'm searching for a girl to write a story about but the neighborhood seems too dull. Mike's street had a different mix of gals but or some reason, we played cards and listened to WIBG but never any messin' around with the girlies. Tina was really smart but looked like Friar Tuck. Faith was like a young Danny DeVito. Nancy was cuter than Annette and her mouse ears were on her chest but she was never around. Franny was the closest thing to your basic scrawny girl who almost flirts but never crosses the line. The idea of making up a sweet gal is too much work today so time to sign off.

The numbers are hi 7s as the outside temp stays under 100. I will wait for the thoughts to pass thru me - - - maybe tomorrow. Well tomorrow's here and there's no story. Instead I'll finish with some clips from Wretched Writing to pacify my bruised reluctance

Her breasts were twin mounds of female muscle that quivered and hung and quivered and hung again
~Michael Avalone, The Crazy Mixed Up Corpse (1957)
Suddenly Kris had boobs. Boobs that she knew all to well how to make go boom.
~Mike Shepard, Kris Longknife: Audacious(2007)