July 27, 2007
Fifty word fiction: License And Registration, Please
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He sped the rural Interstate at 20 over and thought, “Don’t let the blue-light special shine his light on me.”
There’ll be no chance of that inside the perimeter, where the morning commute becomes a moving parking lot at about 50 under.
Damn that old prison song.
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He sped the rural Interstate at 20 over and thought, “Don’t let the blue-light special shine his light on me.”
There’ll be no chance of that inside the perimeter, where the morning commute becomes a moving parking lot at about 50 under.
Damn that old prison song.
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Labels: fiction, law enforcement, violence inherent in the system
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Hey O'Tim. Good luck on the Mr. Mom gig, I hope it works out well for you. Been a bit stressed out lately...
That's funny, I was thinking of Dan Akroyd and Albert Brooks ;)
No, CCR really. I think of AG doing GDTRFB (But that's on the QT, K?).
Hi Tim!
No, CCR really. I think of AG doing GDTRFB (But that's on the QT, K?).
Hi Tim!
I recently saw Andy doing "Midnight Special", or part of it anyway, on the old show! It was one of the episodes with James Best as the local guitar hero.
# posted by 
: July 30, 2007 2:10 PM
: July 30, 2007 2:10 PM
This is a fab series! And although I picture The Andy Griffith Show, it's Barney Fife I could picture, just waiting by the highway's side for some commuter speeding along at 22 mph.
hello there. i was just browsing blogs today and found yours. i like it!
# posted by : July 31, 2007 3:06 PM
: July 31, 2007 3:06 PM
Ok, I'm really slow. Are these writing exercises?
Anyway, it was funny because I saw myself not too long ago.:)
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Anyway, it was funny because I saw myself not too long ago.:)
# posted by : July 31, 2007 7:01 PM
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