The open windows
Let torrential rains inside.
Soaked toilet paper.

Frost on the windshield,
And on the roof of my truck,
Beautiful ice swirls.

In desperation,
I started writing haiku.
A bad idea?

You ever have one of those memories that you swear happened, but no one else seems to remember? Here's one of mine.

In an effort to save money, the Department of Motor Vehicles no longer has a professional photographer on staff. Instead, it gets all the photos from Facebook.

Fine. Let's just use apostrophe's where ever we want to? Sound's fine, right?

So then there was this big debt debate in Washington. Come Tuesday, no one would be doing anything, as the US dollar would be worthless and any purchase would be too risky. No one would buy gas, nor use their cellphone, nor consume electricity, nor eat. No one would breathe either, because you couldn't afford to buy carbon credits. (You think you can walk around like that giving off that much carbon dioxide? I think not...) So I guess we would all stay in bed turning blue and not dying (death would also be too expensive).