I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

the eleventh story

Today's Short Story:
My old roommate Tom used to make us all chili, on a semi-regular basis. This was awesome. One day, he came home with some unmarked peppers and went to sautee them to put in the chili. I was back in my bedroom, with the door closed, but even so, I started coughing. And then it go worse. Finally, I opened the door to ask what the hell was going on, and was hit by what can accurately be described as a cloud of pepper spray. Tom must have heard me open the door, since at that moment he shouted "Go out the window! Save yourself!".
We all survived, but it was several hours till we could go back in the house.

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