What you can do, you can do without, said the man at the breakfast table. If it had been a conversation, that would have ended it.

No one will have your interests at heart, he said to a closing door of a cab en route to an airport.

They make all that...

At least there was lunch on Sundays. My bones hurt harder than they ever have in my life but at least we could count on that fresh Sunday roast every week. I was probably closer to snapping than I'd have ever admitted at the time, had they ever missed a...

"Overturn them." 

They took their time, flipping over their cups to reveal the dice within. 

"Four fives, that's bullshit accepted," said the iron-toed man.

The woman in the penguin sweater hissed in disdain, then placed one of her dice next to a  pile of them growing on one side of the...

There was an ape, as it called itself, cast from the digital mold of a stylus pen.
Of many were they, and yet one was one alone, bound in category but not in clan. In fact, they knew not of each other, forever facing forward to a personal demise....

Take it back!

What was given may be taken, as the universal law decrees.

What is taken may be lost, wasted, but dispossession is no better or worse a reason than any other for misuse.

Who has, has currently. Time is but an asterisk upon material ownership.

And what is ownership but proximity or...

I caught Tony at the deli two blocks down from our building. He looked like one of those drones in those futuristic movies where The Machines Had Won or something. 
"Ahh, man," he said, like it blew off some steam in doing so. "Well, I mean I've been around." In that...

"Hopefully there will be less stealing of my catalytic converter this time around," Rodney said as he walked out of the store.

The dumb fool. I knew he'd keep the key to his garage under that same flowerpot he always does. Even misfortune, the professor, can't teach that dumb old dog.

$2,000...

"Don't give me that shit again."

He eyed the man icily, searching up and down his face for a scratch of the truth, the real meaning behind it. Why now, of all times? It was betrayal. It was personal.

He clutched his hands in his pockets a little harder, wishing he'd felt...

Despair is a Mormon's mother.

With one comes three; you've got to lean on it to keep that down.

Truth is, some things you can't lie about, unless you start early.

Do it mechanically, then do it good. Grow it after the bones are built out, then it’s safer to fill in the colors. 

Or do you let it grow, gnarled or twisted but free as it comes?

Is the end result worth the cost of the process? Is the reverse?