The Ruination of Whyte Gold
Katie Kite ruined me. Permanently.  For all time. She gets an assist from Ashley Sullivan.  But on the scorecard Katie gets the points. Katie lived down the street.  She was skinny, blond, and the best tan a pre-pubescent boy could ask for.  Her sister Rachel was my babysitter.  If babysitting meant throwing me in front of a TV while she hung out with my older brother.  They had a thing for each other.  But they never did anything about it.  They were Ross and Rachel before Ross and Rachel became common lexicon for two people that needed to be together but weren

brown and tattered...
Vacuumed.  Dusted.  Cleaned the bathroom.  Mopped the kitchen.  Changed all passwords.  Deleted internet settings.  Cleared cookies.  Shredded credit card statements.  Yes The Colonel is arriving.  My apartment is in shambles and I don't need a lecture.  Hours of cleaning and I'm finishing in the closet.  I know this box.  Worn.  Tattered.  Covered with yards of moving tape.  I'm not eco-friendly - just too lazy to place these items into a new holding cell.  Besides this box has moved with me from town to town to city to city.  It’s been years since I opened it.  I knew what I’d f

My Brown and Tattered Pandora's Box.
Vacuumed.  Dusted.  Cleaned the bathroom.  Mopped the kitchen.  Changed all passwords.  Deleted internet settings.  Cleared cookies.  Shredded credit card statements.  Yes The Colonel is arriving.  My apartment is in shambles and I don't need a lecture.  Hours of detailed cleaning have led me to a box in the back of my closet.  I know the box.  Worn.  Tattered.  Covered with yards of moving tape.  Not because I’m eco-friendly and attempting to recycle an old box.  I'm just too lazy to just place the items in a new box.  Besides this thing has moved with me from town to town to city to city.&