Tag: Bitchin

“Doodling in Class”

Miss Napier angrily snapped her chalk in half effectively silencing Class 3B. Striding over to my desk she snatched a paper off my desk.  She towered like an angry Goddess over me as I shrunk down in my seat. “Charlie Bucklin – what are these scribbles?” “Uh, notes?” “They look like doodles on your paper!”…

By Charles R. Bucklin May 11, 2020 Off

“A Bagful of Freedoze”

Frida…Frida…Frida…!” “What is it, Chucky?” said Mom. “Frida..Frida…” “You want something from the next room?” I nod my head enthusiastically as my short stumpy legs propel me towards the kitchen. Goddamn, these cotton diapers itch…and “sniff”…THEY NEED CHANGING TOO!” “Well, what does Chucky want?” I point my figure towards a cluttered shelf of cereal, chips,…

By Charles R. Bucklin April 27, 2020 Off

“King of Pain!”

It all started with a pain in the ass. I had turned thirty years old and abruptly my body began to experience troubling aging sensations. Twenty-year-old friends started teasing me about my arrival to “Middle Age” – to which I responded with my middle finger. “I ain’t that old,” I grumbled. Yet my body begged…

By Charles R. Bucklin April 6, 2020 Off

Sunday Night Family Barbecue

Charlie, do you want to help me barbecue today?” “Yeah! Can I?” “Sure. We can work as a team. We can take turns watching the steak grill.” On Sunday’s, The Old Man was in fine form. There was nothing he loved more than working the family barbecue.  In our neighborhood, he was known as the…

By Charles R. Bucklin March 9, 2020 Off