Cinderblock

“I’m having difficulty focusing,” I said. “Does this help?” Renaldo said, hitting me in the back of the head. “That does, actually,” I said. “I suppose it’s kind of like being whapped on the back by a Zen monk.” He picked up a cinderblock and dropped it on my toe. “How about that?” He said.… Continue reading Cinderblock

Gas

I was tired from all the walking, so I walked up to a man pumping gas. “Can I help you?” He said. “You can help me, yes. But will you?” I said. He seemed a little put off by my answer. “Can I help you, or not?” He said. I stood in front of his… Continue reading Gas