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Warning: Very coarse language used in two places. One of the best jobs I held prior to my days in law enforcement was working for an armoured car company. I drove an older armoured truck that would take a tank to dent. The hours were good and the pay was...

Her face was like thunder. Her familiar open smile was replaced by a thin, grim line of compressed lips and eyes which usually sparkled now flashed like lightning.  Fittingly, rain and unseasonal hail bounced off the restaurant windows as she stared inten...

Steve in the Canteen

My Friend Steve and I on a lunch break

Steve in the Canteen Steve when he's eating doesn't make a sound, for his teeth are in a bag, on the table or ground. He sucks the filling through his bread and the butter, he makes no sound, except the words that he mutters. “ Mfwmf!" I'll hear him tryin...

Irish Grey

before the birds and tree rats wake

Irish Grey SweaterHot Tea and Kentucky Fried Chickenspring just won't come to the plains this yearnorth blown winds from Canadabefore the birds and tree rats wakeI lay in my warm bed and ponderwinter coat or my favorite Irish Greyheavy starch pinpoint shi...