Five houses had not been mowed this day. He was not happy about that. Sure he could put forth excuses, there was a holiday, it rained, school ran a li...tle late, and the lawns were a little taller than expected.Cathy said, “Tim, I’m sorry. I’ve had enough. I can’t keep this up any more. I’ve got to pass my classes. I’ve got to take care of Mrs. Parker. I need some time for myself.”“I understand,” Tim said tiredly.It wasn’t just customers of the Two Guys Working who were being let down, it was. Put another way, if you don't like theparticular style (lacking or otherwise) of my stories, then don't readthem.The bottom line is that my stories (as they're written) are not foreveryone. Readers either really like, or really hate my stories (therereally isn't an "in-between"). I'm certainly not trying to impressanyone with any degree of defensibility, and I'm not trying to convinceanyone to like (or even read) my stories. Screw the punctuation, the"try and try again" "give another shot". My head is killing me. Everything is killing me."I'll be back. I need to go into the bathroom to clean up the rug."I don't have the energy to stay awake.It's getting dark. It's still light enough for me to see a glass of ginger ale on the night table. Just a couple sips. I feel it going down, it's so cold. It quickly reaches my stomach and my stomach isn't happy. It's starting to hurt again. I don't know which end will be up, but I know where I'm going.Both ends. But at least this time I don't. We’ll get a new cat in the morning...”“My girl, Ginger, is going to die of syphilis” mumbles an angry biker to one of his buddies. “No” says the friend “people don’t die of syphilis anymore”. The angry biker replies “They do when they give it to me!”It was the first day of school. As the principal made his rounds, he heard a terrible commotion coming from one of the classrooms. He rushed in and spotted one boy, taller than the others, who seemed to be making the most noise. He seized the lad,.