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Thank you for checking out Readmykooltales.com. This is my site for stories I have told, written in the past or am currently working on. I have always wanted to write a book, but the project never took off – it was just too daunting and overwhelming for me. So I decided to make this short…
I’ve been kicking around this thing for a few months – on how to tell you that I’m taking a break from writing. And it hasn’t been easy – mostly because I’ve been putting this decision off for a few months. So, I’ll just come out and say it – I’m putting writing short stories…
We finished my New York experience drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes at his apartment. And before I knew it, the sun had come up and it was time for me pack my bag catch my train to DC. **** Back at Henderson Hall while checking in: Staff Sergeant Pete: “ Good ya made it back.”…
The Club turned out to be a modest size bar with a dance floor. But before entering I heard a loud commotion coming from an Irish bar. There was a loud crash as the bar burst open followed by two men grappling. The struggle was brief as the obviously intoxicated patron was thrown down the…
After Matt got off his shift we set out to make a night of it. To start the evening, we hit this pizza joint called Orchidea, which sadly no longer exists in the East Village. “Trust me Charlie, you’re gonna love this pizza. Well, sure enough the waitress brought us this steaming hot, ooey gooey…
The next Morning: Matt took off for his day gig which was a waitering job at King O’ Beef restaurant on Broadway which served ginormous slabs of beef to the hungry tourists visiting the City. I guess you could call an upscale “Sizzler” which was similar to the ubiquitous bargain steak house we had back…
We then eventually headed through a maze of tunnels and then after purchasing a token made our way to a subway platform. While we were waiting for a train to take us downtown I observed the strangest phenomenon. I guess it was rush hour as people would pile into an open train and after it…
Who ya you calling old? Me?! Pfft!! Seriously? Alright, alright, apologies. Yeah, okay sixty eight years around the sun isn’t what most folks consider young. And I certainly aint going to start making absurd statements like sixty is the new forty. Because by God, I wish I was forty again. Really. But still… As another…
Yep, she called me a jerk! And a creep and an asshole. But even worse she called me cheap. Not to my face mind you. No, it was all done later behind my back. But the result was damning and it effectively ended my social life at Chico State. So let me rewind my story…
No one had ever done it before. Pledged the Deltas TWICE in a year. You had to be utterly stupid or a masochist. Perhaps a merry combination of the two. Ah, but I wanted to belong. I was young, and fresh out of a little town called Cupertino, a place no one had ever heard…
“Oh, Dear God No!” I thought. It can’t be – but it was. Yep, I should’ve checked my calendar alright. Cause it was Senior Discount Day at Willies, our local market. Which was the absolute most crazy and dare I say hazardous time where all Seniors in my area descended upon our little gourmet grocery…