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Hard Choices
“Okay guys, let's get to it! “ I rolled my eyes at my manager's comment. It’s eight in the morning. He needs to find some kind of chill. I was up listening to my friend complain about how hard it was to be single all night and I was exhausted. Like most days here in the office I was ready to go home.
By M.K Jonae5 years ago in Confessions
Honeymoon Blunders
It was supposed to be the perfect vacation. Sunshine, crystal clear ocean, wildlife at every turn and many fun adventures planned. Some of the adventures included a catamaran tour, snorkeling, a volcano tour, a dip in the hot springs and zip lining. There was only one problem. Although my husband at the time was the adventurous type; I was not. Some may call him an adrenaline junkie. I liked to play it safe. But this was a chance for me to broaden my horizons and step out of my comfort zone.
By Kristine Louise5 years ago in Confessions
Tea and Brownies
Refreshments, Madam? Sir? Children? Those of you in between? Everyone needs a good snack, right? What better snack is there than one accompanied by entertainment? My name will forever remain infamous within with my family. Though I would love to say I am embarrassed about some of the past events that occurred, I must say that to me they are now quite old. For fresher ears, however, these short moments are likely funny. So, grab a snack and have some laughs at my expense.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Confessions
The Labyrinth of a Roadside Hotel
I’d never had a Black Manhattan before, in fact, I’d never even heard of a Black Manhattan before that cool August night in the year before the Great Pause. In spite of this lack of familiarity, I’d had an onslaught of the things while sitting alone at a semi-upscale bar to cap off my girlfriend’s business trip before returning to the hotel at the edge of Nashville to polish off what must have been the equivalent of the Federal Reserve in booze that she’d stowed away inside the fridge before she herself returned.
By Shlunka5 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to Myself From Craig City Jail
The Derby Man, fruit stickers on the inside of the bars, The comraderie of the regulars, “kidnapped for a month in Seattle,” Walking around in public with an orange jumpsuit, texting and driving chief of police, Hungry Man, Comfy shitters but don’t flush well, Being given a copy of my “rights” as a mentally ill, The shaking hands of my counselor telling me I will be in jail another night, begging to help me in some way but receiving only my cold indifference and my back as I return to my cell. The telephone stretched taut to barely reach the edge of my cell. Holding the receiver between the bars to tell my wife what to bring to jail. “How long will you be there? Are you scared?” “Naw babe they are real nice, another inmate sent the books he liked to my cell.” AM and PM are useless constructs, what is more important is to figure out how to sleep on a 30" wide mat and not develop sores. Rotate like a properly heated Hot Pocket. Read an entire book in 18 hours. The language of my jail mates makes me rethink foul language except for special occasions. I thought the jailhouse grey paint replaced a previous red but that’s just the rust from the incessant rubbing of a jailbirds leg in his sleep and the scraping of TV Dinner trays through the slot. Where’s my fucking ball and glove like solitary in The Great Escape!? The next celly is a female but she isn’t supposed to ask where her mate is. She asks another “Dispatch” about her girlfriend and gets an earful from the other lady that told her to keep quiet about it. She comes soon enough. They are both young, cute, don’t really look like great dangers to society, but from their conversations the are veterans of misdemeanor though I doubt either are yet 21. “…tampering w/ evidence…” “We’ll leave your UA in the freezer for your parole officer.” My first day the first man gets out. It’s interesting to know the voice before the man. He is a grey-haired black man and small. He croaks when he talks and I want to name him Frog but they call him Frank and he is well-
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Confessions
A devastating accident that made me look at chocolate candy differently!
I can’t really pinpoint what triggered this vulgar incident but all I know is that it was supposed to be a joke, and boy this joke ended up making me the “butt” of the joke. I really can’t remember what day it was or what I watched on T.V. that day, but all I know is, it was the day my children gave me a nickname that has been up and stuck with me for about eight years now. I can’t really remember why I was doing the joke in the first place, it started with me pretending to be upset with my children. It was supposed to be funny; we would always play jokes on each other all the time, but I didn’t find this funny at all!
By LaShawn Durrett5 years ago in Confessions
Caught with my pants down.
Many moons ago, I was working as a cook at a local restaurant that sat just outside a large shopping centre. I worked the dreaded split-shift so my lunch breaks tended to be between two to three hours long and not having a car at the time, I couldn’t just pop home. For anybody having worked in hospitality may know, even free food from work gets boring after a while. There was a food court in the shopping centre, nothing fancy but at least it had variety. The only advantage of having a late afternoon lunch break was the Chinese spot! They would box up what was left of the self serve and sell it mad cheap. Granted, this food had probably been sitting there at a holding temperature for several hours but it still tasted good, and it was cheap, so I ate double.
By Danny CJ Mitchell5 years ago in Confessions
I Took That Shit All The Way To The Pew
My name is Maxwell Denny. Poor choices and skewed genetics have led to a life of utter chaos and ultimate demise. It has been said that I embody psychotic behavior, often lacking routine human emotions such as fear, love, distress, and embarrassment. But oh how the outside eye needeth put on a pair of glasses and get thy nose out of thy neighbor's anus. For one August evening would change the course of my life forever; staining my soul stale and the church pews brown, leaving me in a constant state of embarrassment that will haunt me forever.
By Maxwell Denny5 years ago in Confessions
Brace Yourself New York!
We arrived in New York in the early hours of the morning on the 6th of August. When I woke the next morning, my knee had tripled in size and was varying shades of purples, blues and mustard yellows. The pain wasn’t that bad, and I have a pretty high pain threshold, someone as clumsy as me, has to be able to tolerate pain. The family decide to start exploring the city. We all dressed and off we went in search of Central Park Zoo, which we found out was about 20 blocks away. After 20 blocks my knee and ankle we throbbing, after a couple of hours walking through Central Park and visiting the Zoo my knee and ankle were screaming, so Glen and I headed back to the hotel, when I iced me knee, Glen propped it up with pillows making sure I was comfortable, before he went off exploring.
By Cassie Ford5 years ago in Confessions
How I Ruined My Own Dance Recital!
In the early 2000s, I attended a performing and fine arts middle and high school. I auditioned for its art and animation program due to my interest in visual arts, and my grandmother's advice. Though I got accepted into the program, I was forced to attend the ballet classes because the school still had me registered under "Undeclared" and I needed a major in order to stay at the school. After over a month of tripping over my own feet and everyone else's, I found my way into the animation classes, which I just knew I going to love. I was wrong! My teacher was a pretentious, lunatic with a fetish for all things Disney. He was over critical of my work and did not waste time humiliating me when he got the chance. By the time eighth grade rolled around, I was the latest addition to the dance program and the newest laughing stock of the school as being a male dancer was still deemed emasculating and weak.
By AR Terique5 years ago in Confessions
