Wednesday, April 01, 2015

It is, so FOX News was happy to tell me, April Fool’s Day. I am still on the clock for taxes according to the same source for the next twenty-three days.


However, today is Housekeepers day. And the small tale that follows Housekeeper swears is so and true. It is, according to all things strange, a bit bazaar.

Housekeeper’s hubby had some friends. Had in the sense the friends have passed on and no longer care about things earthly.

The friends were heavy users of drugs, recreational as they are. Their dealer was a person of definite desires  – he wanted his money for the product delivered. Like, Housekeeper tells me, he would, should you abuse his credit, come over and take an  equivalent personal property to  satisfy the debt. As Housekeeper expressed it, he would take your Harley if he felt that would do it.

Hubby’s buddy fell behind in paying for his drugs and the dealer came over and took the man’s wife, and told him that when the debt was satisfied he could have his wife back.

Time, an indeterminate amount, did pass and the drug user  didn’t pay his debts. Then received a phone call. From the Dealer.

Come get your wife, the dealer said, she costs too much. And forgave the debts, and the user told the dealer he might keep the wife.

It didn’t bother him not to have her.

Well, the user and the wife were reunited and sometime later the wife got high and walked out onto the highway if front of a Semi that couldn’t get stopped.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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