Some days...

Some days I feel like I live in a play or a book & other days I'm sure it's an action movie. But no matter the medium I'm totally ready to bribe the author(s). Donuts, bourbon or tranny hookers, I can make it happen. No bribe is too outlandish when The Story of My Life is at stake. I guess I'd better pull out the old typewriter or procure the virginal chocolate sacrifices...

Brawl erupts over Easter candy

Brawl erupts over Easter candy

This reminds me of the good old days back when I was a kid and Mom and I would quietly sneak out of the house after my brother and sister were asleep to troll 1980's Hattiesburg for Easter candy in order to make Easter baskets before sunrise. 


Mom drove us to some craaaazy places in search of chocolate bunnies and marshmallow chicks after midnight on the Saturday before Easter. There were no 24hr Walmarts or late night grocery stores, just some seriously out of the way gas stations and I swear one year Mom found a trucker selling holiday candy out of his trailer by the old Krystal's on Hwy 49 at 3am, that was a free-for-all! 


Oh, the memories...