Basically Screwed!

 

 

So for the last few days I’ve been going through, and what I consider, “A blog identity crises!” as I seem to go through every six months or so.  And for those of you who haven’t quite put a finger to it. . .I tend to get bored with the same-o, same-o, now meaning with my blog’s name and its appearance, something I inherited from my better half who tends to change the appearance of his business website at least three times a year just to keep it interesting.  Not a bad concept, but at times the idea can get a bit overwheliming.  But as the saying goes:  If you play with honey enough, sooner or later something’s bound to stick!  So in a nutshell, I’m basically screwed! 

 

But HELL!   If I keep going on like this, changing my blog’s identity, I might as well be Prince and permanently turn myself into a symbol! 

 

God, don’t you guys just miss Prince??  Don’t you miss when things were so simple, less complicated, and the only way to socialize was outside of your house? 

 

 

Later,

Dev

 

 

A Mexican Stand-Off – flash fiction

 

 

The boss.  The drug lord.  The drug dealer.  The dope runner.  The drug pusher.  The bagman.  The hit-man.  The assassin.  The fuck up.  The innocent bystander.  The lover.  The mistress.  The wife.  The children.  Guns drawn.  A really big shoot out.  Everyone dies.  Silence.  Blood is flowing.  Flies buzz around.  The bullet riddled piñata donkey hangs by a swinging limb.  Candy is scattered everywhere.  The Federales bullshit about the massacre and help themselves to cake and ice cream.