Survival log: 1 bottle of water, 1 protein bar, 1 sleeping bag, 1 motorcycle, 1 gun, 3 bullets, 4 survivors.

When I looked closer at the baggage carousel, I realized it wasn't a suitcase tangled inside. It was my boss.

Hungry eyes, looking ’nd waiting to taste her blood & not sure if he’ll, or can control his own thirst.

I routinely have to send my problem to IT; though they were all jokesters, I hadn't been expecting the clown.

I pray with eyes open each night. Her hands come through the pillows while I count fingers on my neck.

I don't know which was worse - seeing my wife, or the fact someone knew where to find her body.

After a lifetime of interactions,

always looking to the interest

of others and myself, now,

at the end--I m ashes.

I woke to the wonderful smell of steak frying on a grill; ...why am I half filleted on a cuttingboard?!