Before Dr. Dick could bolt, we reached it: the Somwärin Trailer Park and RV Pleasure Garden.
Dr. Dick’s face fell as he beheld the rusty ranks of tin can trailers slumping against embankments of oxidizing earth, the lines of naughty panties stretching between the windows of the McMayberry brothers’ school bus residence, and the dark enigma of the caravan that contained the Tooth Witch. Continue reading
How did all the trouble start?
Nine hours after the ruffian trucker made merry along the length and breadth of Main Street, I, too, went whooping and cavorting up the roadway. But I was fully clothed and motivated not by booze but by triumph. Against all odds, I had not been given detention on the last day of school. Continue reading
At sunrise on the last day of school, a naked, beer-maddened trucker ran amok on Main Street. Continue reading
The road to genius is paved with blatant imitation. Continue reading
Then I’ve got the cure. When I get bored, I write novels. Continue reading