north carolina dmv has taken 400 of my dollars. i made a mean post about their evilness and deleted it. i felt as though i was in a kafka novel, unable to satisfy the north carolina dmv, unable to determine what exactly had happened for them to make me pay so much money on so many separate occasions, for only one traffic violation, speeding 12 miles over the limit. played a two hour tennis match in 95 degree heat, the courts shadowless, empty of any others, and cicada-droned. pat and i tied one set apiece. we could not play the third set. pull-down attic stairs got stuck, emily tried to unstick them atop a chair, the stairs crashed into the bridge of her nose, between her eyes. never seen so much blood. it spurted. she was knocked from the chair, a gaping hole in her nose. i grabbed a towel and a bag of ice, then quickly put the ice back. then really looked at the cut/hole on the bridge of her nose and declared we must go to the er. i declared many things. you need stiches. holy shit, you're bleeding. we need to go to the er. then we went to the er and the doctor let me see the bone in emily's nose before he stitched her up. amazingly, the hole was stitched up nicely, should only be a small scar. after the er, we ate wendy's frosties and fries at 2 am. she had a headache, a bad one she said. i said this was reasonable.
i recently finished two new stories: "Three Days A Red Wolf" and "Droughtville"; i don't know about the second title. have a third story stuck in my head.
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