- Normal – CHAPTER ONE
“Fuck you and your goat,” Steve said as he pulled the tailgate of his truck closed. “You already did,” Sheila replied. “And neither of us liked it all that much.” Steam rolled off of Steve’s head in waves, like bay fog in a particularly transitional zone mixed with distant wildfire smoke and just the tiniest… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER ONE - Normal – CHAPTER TWOIf anything, Sheila hated the sunrise. It was always just… there. It never stopped, even when it was dark. Consider the spheroid nature of the Earth and the on-the-ground functional infinite measurement of its circumference. The sheer geometry was too much for her some days and she considered taking a rifle out for potshots at… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER TWO
- Normal – CHAPTER THREEThe mayor was not as friendly in death as she had been in life. There was a coldness to her now, particularly on winter days given that the projectile that had killed her had also broken the window behind her. Steve looked into the office and waved. The mayor did not wave back. She would… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER THREE
- Normal – CHAPTER FOURThe basket of eggs sat precariously on the ground, threatening at all times to defy physics, gravity, and the well-wishes of various theoretically possible but physically non-present onlookers by falling over. It didn’t, but we would keep our eye on it if we were you. Not for any kind of serious reason, but with an… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER FOUR
- Normal – CHAPTER FIVESteve’s day continued, much as it had before and much as they usually did. He drove the truck, he stopped, the schnauzer leapt out, the truck sprang up, and he collected supplies in a workmanlike manner, wending his way through the stops he marked for himself across the town. Stores were getting lower, but he… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER FIVE
- Normal – CHAPTER SIX
Sheila looked at the radio, sitting silently in the center of the dining table she and Steve had stolen from a mansion in the wealthy neighborhood just to the east. It was slightly too big for the room and absurdly heavy, but it was a perfect dining table and she’d wanted it. So they’d taken… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER SIX - Normal – CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve stared at the tracks before him. They shouldn’t exist, and yet they did. They shouldn’t have gone into the woods south of town, and yet they did. They shouldn’t have continued, or veered off, or led into what looked to be a militia compound with guard towers and men in trucker caps, and yet,… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER SEVEN - Normal – CHAPTER EIGHT
“Ok, they’re comin’ up the right.” “Got ‘em.” “Hey! Nice shootin’!” “Thank you, thank you.” “Send the kids out to grab ‘em.” “Will do.” Sheila listened, mounting curiosity mixed with mounting fury in a kind of sick ice cream sundae of negative emotion. Who were these people, and who were these people to be so… Read more: Normal – CHAPTER EIGHT
We’re not sure what to put here yet but- since it is a literal sidebar- consider the following argument, in a legal sense:
SHOULD
we continue allowing people to street park on what were once two-lane roads, converted into maybe two and two half lanes, and if so, what kind of toll should we be extracting from them?
Talk amongst yourselves.
