tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195567245741280248.post4646092333441314225..comments2018-08-10T22:39:03.936-05:00Comments on 365 days 1 novel: Jennifer Bisbinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15228366232725182616noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195567245741280248.post-35194886292300357592010-09-16T10:40:01.762-05:002010-09-16T10:40:01.762-05:00The drunk tank had never looked as dark as it did ...The drunk tank had never looked as dark as it did this Christmas morning.<br /><br />As he was falling through the sky, staring at the bridge pulling farther away, he thought of the smell of fried chicken and of eating it.<br /><br />I deal in semi-colons. <br /><br />The hobo slung his bindle into the freight car, but forgot that he needed to get in as well- lost his bottle of bourbon, a can of beans, and a photograph of his wife that he'd murdered only a few hours ago- watched his whole life travel south on the last Burlington Northern of the night.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15043294551893155348noreply@blogger.com