river. road.

Down River Road the two-door maroon convertible drove. A blue sky above with the Ohio River on the left gave backdrop to the two who were in the car. Ten miles over the speed limit gave a hint of adventure to the trip. And when he looked over, he saw the face of the only woman who intrigued him. All the while, music from the early two-thousands was on the radio. 

.on.

So know that I would've waited at the bottom of your staircase in front of the swooning sycamores on that Southern plantation.

..

I did not write this.

I was born in 1957.  

Died in 2009.  

Since then I have been waiting anticipating yearning for my second death.  

A woman killed me.  

I ran fast and stumbled, fell hard, 

shattered spine and ribs and heart sauce leaked out onto the noodles of my spilled intestines.  

A drainage ditch, an overdose, alcohol, a razor blade.  

I woke up in my own bed the next day.  

Disappointed.  

Not knowing what to do.  

I showered the blood from my left arm and pulled myself into a suit.  I drove to work.  I taught children.  

I told them that life was worth living.  

That there was goodness in men & women.  

That they could turn the rudder of the world.  

They didn't smell the stink of my death.

Hours became days became weeks became months.  

Still no one knows that I am dead.

No one knows that I wait for my second death the way a small child waits for Christmas morning.

Please don't tell anyone.  

Let it be our little secret.

-Brothweef

-Brother Kay

RGWT

Timing is the most critical part of life. This go-around, timing got the best of me. Fate fell short.

small bird

The freight-yard rumbled as an approaching train drew close. Railroad ties began to jitter from the incoming vehicle that would shortly be taking its rest. 

On that Autumn day when it was fifty-six degrees outside and the Maples were brilliant shades of yellow and gold, a mother-bird guided her freshly hatched child to the edge of her nest. Painstaking hours were spent in culminating this nest. A young girls blanket thread helped to give home to three other young nestlings. 

And the oldest hatchling who was guided towards the edge took the jump.

kentucky scenic byway

The beauty of nature is incredible. The beauty of a woman is incredible. And the beauty of nature combined with the beauty of a woman sitting next to you can not be described with words.

college

Ever look around a situation you're in only to realize that you hate everything you've become to get to that point? It seems that every weekend as I'm drunkenly standing in someone's house who I barely know I get this burning sensation in my chest. And maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the thought that I know I've betrayed who I truly am as a person.
You want to know what college is actually about?
It's about going away to meet new people in an environment that is conducive for drinking, fucking, and skipping class. And you get all this and more at the price of tuition and board. Welcome to a educational system that essential nickel-and-dimes you to use single ply-toliet paper. An educational system where the value of the degree is lessened simply because a degree reads "University of Kentucky" instead of "Vanderbilt."An educational system that honestly give a fuck about the students, just the dollar sign that they represent.