"Didn't You Guys Seen The Sign?"

Where: 45231 Mt Healthy (United States). When: on 11-12-2001.
Written at 21-05-2012 by Anonymous
Labels - hockey injury
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Didn’t you guys see the sign? As we rollerbladed passed the, “No Skating,” sign in the tennis courts for the 100th or so time, we thought, “This is a good idea.” We had been playing hockey in the tennis courts for over a year now, and nothing serious had happened, besides a couple good arguments. A couple of teenagers with hockey sticks rolling around a tennis court; what is the wors...

My Brother and Me

Where: Detroit Michigan, 48238 Detroit (United States). When: on 07-12-2010.
Written at 07-12-2010 by Mark Chapman
Labels - siblings brother forgiveness
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WHAT DAVID WANTED me to apologize for was an incident that happened when he was 12 years old and I was ten. It took place on a rainy Saturday afternoon in our neighborhood on the edge of Detroit, some years before our folks moved northwest out of the city. A cousin of my age and my best friend in those days, Bill, had come over for the day. Bill and I had become bored after lunch becaus...

A Barber’s Portrait of Kaiser Wilhelm

Where: York Avenue , 10028 New York (United States). When: on 16-06-1964.
Written at 02-08-2011 by Thomas Pryor
Labels - York Avenue Thomas R. Pryor Yorkville Butch Stick Barber of Yorkville 1964 Roger Maris Blue water combs Steubens Day Parade
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Herman the German waited for his prey. In one hand, he turned a small Iron Cross over, slowly measuring the length of each silver edge. His quivering lip shook a long ash off his cigarette. It fell on his black sock inside his sandal. A loose thread sizzled. He didn’t notice. It was time. Hanging onto the barbershop’s doorframe, he leaned out toward the street. Twisted his smooth, shaved f...

The Day I Said the F Word In Front of My Entire Family

Where: 45231 Mt Healthy (United States). When: on 02-11-2001.
Written at 19-05-2012 by Anonymous
Labels - F Word Groin Nuts
3727 Reads
The Day I Said the F Word Front of My Entire Family It was the first ten seconds of the first quarter, of the first game, of the first tournament of my eighth grade basketball season. My whole family was there to watch me, not only play basketball, but to be a starting point guard as well. The crowd was filled with friends from school, my grandparents, and most important of all, cheerleaders. T...