Here he is, meet Walter, he was raised up on a farm
His pawpaw taught him to fear Jesus and never do no harm
Walter loved his mama, fried chicken, and fishing too
Pawpaw taught him about honor and sacrifice
Noble ideas worth a fight, son. They’d cost his left arm
Now I suppose everyone starts out about the same way
Some folks grind the gears and bounce down the highway
While others no doubt ride smooth rails of silver spoons
Life on the farm was full of bumps and bruises and pain
But Walter knew love and his heart there would stay Continue reading Walter
The Jamison burned my throat as the car jerked to a stop.
Everyone piled out. I smashed the bottle on the pavement.
Voices were excited. We’d made vows. Continue reading Burnt
“I’m not having this argument with you.” She sipped her wine.
He pushed his glasses up his nose. “He apologized for that. It was just a joke. He’s a funny family values guy.”
“Joke?” She shook her head. “He wasn’t joking. He is Continue reading Argument
Nonsense. We didn’t go to that rally looking for a fight. You can’t believe what those stupid news people say. They’re morons.
The brass knuckles? Sure. I carry them in my pocket at all times. Self-defense. This city is a stew of crime. People get jumped all the time.
Laughs. That old guy? Continue reading Fight