September 23, 2011

Three More, the Third Day…

Tussel kept the pedal to the floor, pushing through resistance. The dusky, snow-blown scenery in his frost-glazed periphery, rushing and slowing as gusting wind pushed against him. Tussel’s car the beleaguered transport toward a what he could not yet name a why for.

posted by in adventure, aesthetics, alcohol, brain damage, calm the fuck down, fiction, help me jesus, let's go drink, writing | * | 2 comments 

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  1. Erica on September 23rd, 2011 at 7:45 pm

    I’m loving this. These sentences activated all my senses.

  2. Carole Corlew on September 23rd, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    Now this I love. Go for it Tussel!