Suicide Is Painless

Here's another novel excerpt -- and yes, I agree with Heff -- it's not that complicated! But hell, what do we women have to jaw on and on about if we don't pretend you guys have hidden depths? Ha! Back at you tomorrow!


“At least it’s an update from MASH,” I say, the one song I learned on the recorder during Music Appreciation class. I feel certain nobody was appreciating my impassioned instrumental with a particularly lively squeak on the “suicide is painless” part.

Along comes Paul Randall, a friend of Hank’s from his Boy Scout days. Paul still has the chronic acne of his youth, a condition that conspires to keep him unattractive. He dated a truly homely girl named Rena whom the other students in their super sensitive helpful way called Rhino, and he married her.

“Hey, my man,” Paul says to Hank, sticking out his hand for a high five, leaving me staring. Paul was never a my man, high five kind of guy. What next? Will he be referring to Hank as the “master blaster?”

Instead of engaging in conversation, I watch the girls on the field kick and twirl, the song reminding me of being married, in particular the brief period of my marriage where Andrew sewed his own pants to look like MC Hammer’s drawers. God, that was a dark time.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing." William James

Cocktail Hour
Still working on a couple of summer movie reviews -- has anyone seen The Kids Are All Right?

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! Congratulations to my dear Rob on his new marriage! Check out the pictures at his wonderful blog, Rob's Fob, connected under More Poison.