June 30th, 2009
Punk Dennis by frglee.
I picked him up by the side of the A12 somewhere south of Ipswich.
It was 1982 and I was returning back to London after a frustrating afternoon trying to sort out the import of my 750KZ that had just emerged from a container at Felixstowe. I’d bought the bike in the Middle East when working out there and when I left, I wanted the bike as well back home with me.
It was a cold day in November and my hire car was heading south when I got tired of the driving and pulled over into a layby where there was a tea bar and some trucks…
June 29th, 2009
Blue Eyed Bear by Nefersdaddy.
BHe had been coming into the store where I work for a while. A quick smile, and it was off to the booths he went. Until one day. He came in, like normal, a quick smile, and stop for change, and thats when I noticed his shirt was open, showing me his chest hair. i said “Oh yeah, baby! Show me more of that chest hair!” He stopped, smiled a very bright smile at me, and asked “You like it?”…
June 28th, 2009
A Bear of Very Little Brain by Julian Obedient.
Despite all my efforts, all my efforts, my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier, falling shut and I couldn’t sleep them open, keep them open, though I was trying, I couldn’t keep them open, keep them up, up, open, and Daddy’s voice was trailing off into cloudy distances even as I was trying so hard to listen because he was (hard) reading my favorite story, and I was trying to hold (hard) on to the words and not sink in to the sleep, deep, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Sleep!…
June 28th, 2009
A Real Cowboy by Sergeant_Jim.
When I was a young guy, I was forced to live on the streets because my parents did not want me. It was an excellent education for me. Street people knew how to live, get along, and to look out for each other. Once the street people knew my problems, they all seemed to look out for this dumb kid. They would warn me to avoid certain creeps and protected me when they could.
June 27th, 2009
Two Portuguese Bears at Play by Tom Deapen.
Both were overwhelmed with nostalgia, remembering golden carefree days, when they played in the surf , or went running through the orchards on Rui’s father’s farm. Sometimes Fernando’s father would take the boys out in his boat and they would catch fish for supper. The pair had been inseparable then, but time and distance had taken them their separate ways. Rui was married and lived in Canada, while Fernando was divorced and lived in Lisbon…
