| bio J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Scum Gentry, Horror Sleaze Trash, Cajun Mutt Press, Raw Dog Press and Misfit Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com) in the next life she had a beauty that would hit you like a truck driven by a drunk driver she could simply look at you and your first reaction would be to melt i asked her once if she would marry me she chuckled until she noticed i was serious she apologized and said she would give it more thought in the next life i walked away knowing i would never be a lucky soul buried in their phones they try to wheel out the dead ones without alarming the other patients in the waiting room most people have their faces buried in their phones and they wonder why crime is so damn easy these days this virus going around got kicked out of a waiting area because of this virus going around was told to go wait in the car everyone in the place had masks on modern day robbers i suppose a small dog my mother wants to get a small dog i laughed and said as long as it comes with batteries, sure she didn’t find that funny i asked her who will walk the dog and bend over and pick up the shit she said you could do that i pointed to the ice on my back and reminded her any chances of that happening moved on years ago to iron maiden songs you could smell the hairspray from forty feet away she’s the type of woman that fucks to iron maiden songs expects your tongue to find her asshole on a nightly basis all this while she wants you to ignore that the guy down the street has the same deal he’s fifteen years younger and you do understand |
Nice! I particularly enjoyed “small dog”. Chronic illness/pain sucks.