Feedback, comments, praise, criticism, death threats, nude photos, etc. Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. “Then bring in the horns as everything explodes in a burst of energy,” I said, nodding as it looked like we were firmly on the same page.
can be sent to voodoojoe2000 at yahoo dot com (come on, you can assemble that into an actual e-mail address). Feel free to distribute to friends, enemies, lovers, hopeful lovers, whatever, just keep my name and e-mail address on the story or I shall hunt you down and make you write the whole damn thing out by hand. “That sounds great,” Dove said, excited as we made headway on our song.
As Dove hummed what was in her head, I translated onto the piano.
Then if it didn’t sound quite right we tweaked it until it did.
“Go ahead and start getting ready while I finish up this little bit,” I said.
“Stupid car won’t start,” Dove said, pulling out her phone. ” “Nah, while other boys were learning how to be mechanically inclined, I was learning how to play Cemetery Gates on the guitar,” I said, shaking my head as I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder.Probably my biggest conquest was banging the prom queen, during prom, while her quarterback boyfriend waited for her to come back from the bathroom completely unaware that she actually had her legs wrapped around my waist begging me to fuck her harder.Of course, that all changed when I picked the wrong woman freshman year of college.Not to be read by anyone under 18, unless you’re a hot chick. Barrow, AK (not really, but you can still drop by and see who lives there if you want) The following is completely fictional.Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.