The day Sheila Meadows fell off her shed roof and punctured her kidneys on a pair of garden shears was the best I’ve had in years.
She is a big woman, with arms like hams and her torso seems to end in her head without bothering with a neck. She has a mane of very thick red hair down to her waist, unkempt.
Pier 39 is where the magic happens.
All I’d thought about when I was standing up there on the roof was the hard steel of the pavement and what it would do to my face.
The worst thing about being dressed as a dragon is the cumbersome feet.
He has to be careful on the autumn leaves.
As usual, when he tried to be the dad I never had, instead of my boss, I laughed in his face and skulled the rest of my pint.