The Monday Catchup


Giddy up cowboys and cowgirls! You too Trish, ya heifer! I’m sick of your soft talk about “snow” in “April.” I need to see some gritty two-timing partners at this school. Hell what would Philander say if he saw you complaining?  I’m sure he slashed trees and vines, rode through mud with a machete in his mouth, shirtless, ululating in pain from sustained flesh wounds. Despite this you know he kissed the earth like it was a teat supple with honey before he uttered the words

“How was your weekend?”

“Pretty average, so mostly sad”

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