i am convinced that every sport has some sort of magic lingo that only makes sense to those who partake in the sport. after hearing “they’re snapping in the back ends,” about 1000 times last…
Browsing Category Bowling
i’m not a prize for you, no trophy too
last night as i sat huddled above “the little friend” one hand tangled in my hair and another reaching out for the warmth radiating from the space heater hidden under the bar, craig approached the…
Overheard: A Conversation about My Breasts
I was at the bowling alley. It was a Friday night, after all, and all the hipster 30somethings were. . . somewhere else. But not, I, I was at the bowling alley, slinging beer and…
spin the circle
“hey babycakes, spin the circle,” someone shouted from alley 2. i looked over from my perch at the bar, located behind alleys 5 &6. “babycakes?” “yeah babycakes, spin the circle.” “what in the hell does…