There were no spangles, but there was a dark blue stripe that zig- zagged around the top just above his waist and a lighter blue zig-zag that covered ...he top of his shoulders in the back. A quick look around the room told me that I was not the only one holding their lips tightly together to keep from laughing.There was also something odd about the way he was walking as he made his way to the center of the stage. Something just didn’t look right. When he held up a microphone to speak, it became. That was the straw that broke the fucking camel's back. That was the spark that lit the powderkeg. That was why I was handcuffed in the shitty back seat of a fucking cop car.Years ago, on vacation, I bought a powerstrip, a plastic shoe box, a label maker, and a handful of multi-tap plugs. Electronic devices, make that chargers for electronic devices, had taken over the camper. Chargers for laptops, cellphones, shavers, tooth brushes, dvd players, tablets, cameras, ipads and GPS. Times four.. This all changed about 2 months later, of course, or I wouldn't be putting this story here.About 2 months later, I had scraped up enough money to move out of my parent's house and was living in a small apartment. It was midnight and raining outside, and I was settling into my usual routine of sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and boxers and watching tv when someone knocked on the door. I stood up and answered it, finding Sarah standing there, soaked and shivering. “Parents are fighting. Can I. She would leave her panties lying around when she got in the shower. She didn’t bother to pick them up afterwards nor anytime soon till she ran out of clothes to wear. At night we would sit in front of the television and watch our favorite sitcoms or movies that we rented. We’d made popcorn or order in pizza. One evening after coming home from the gym I went straight for the shower but found that it was being used so I waited until she got out. Soon after, she walked out with nothing but a.