Stranger than fictionAnd they stand by the oceanfront inn, sea horses- blue,falling one by one from the tasty frozen drinks served in the lemon bar.It opens at four the voices whisper ,as shadows hide from sunlight on bright red walls .We could make love or watch Seinfeld on big TV- "nah" I say as I flee through the rabbit hole .
Another day in paradiseJesus took a look at his fridge, nothing but mustered and beer; "not on an empty stomach "he thought. He had multiplied them at his roommate's party to please Miriam; he just loved to see her smile .Now the bottles just took up all the empty space. On his way out he spotted Frank, in his underwear passed out on the couch they had gotten from good will. It was an ugly thing, but the memory of how they had lugged it up 3 blocks and up the stairs of the apartment complex, still filled his heart with laughter. What should have taken them maybe 45 minutes tops became a 12 hour journey, with long rest periods and a multitude of conversations on the way. "This thing has its own brand of magic ", he thought remembering the people who stopped to help and ended up sitting on it in the middle of the road , discussing the mysteries and tribulations of life it self .Frank- mouth wide open, snoring vigorously, in his superman underwear, which had seen better days. His friend and the only