The Wolf Man Flying through the desert, the air is warm, the stars are bright, and I’m as high as a kite. Caught me a long ride outta Mesa, New Mexico heading for the Promised Land of L.A., California. The year: 1968. It’s early morning. I mean it’s really early . . . like 1:00 […]
He was Huck Finn, the celebrated lawman. In his day, back when the frontier was still wild, he had tracked men through fiery deserts, up impassable mountain trails, and into places no sane man would venture. He’d been shot at and wounded; his blood had marked his back trail. Once, in the Sonora Desert, he […]
They are as hungry as the wolves, but they take no time to mix their flour and sugar. The only thought is to put miles between themselves and their adversaries—if that is possible. It is hard going with no visibility. But Huck has discerned in the last few days that the snow on the trail lies […]
And don’t ask me why the bunny is gray! Andrew Joyce’s Molly Lee
(I stole this from Emo Philips) Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, “Don’t do it!” He said, “Nobody loves me.” I said, “God loves you. Do you believe in God?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Are you a Christian or a Jew?” He said, “A Christian.” I said, […]
Jass cleared his throat then said what he had to say. “It’s gonna be real slow getting through that snow, even for you two. I’m just gonna hold you up. If I fall behind, I don’t want you waiting up for me. The trail is clearly marked from here to my cabin. So you go on […]
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