“Before she closed the door, she hit me with this one: "I feel like it's November first," she said, "and I'm that discarded jack-o'-lantern whose heart and guts are splattered all over the boulevard of broken promises." "And a good… — Rick Detorie Copy Share Image
“Before she closed the door, she hit me with this one: "I feel like it's November first," she said, "and I'm that discarded jack-o'-lantern… — Rick Detorie Copy Share Image
“My life is ruined!" She sobbed. "It's just one big rotting whale carcass on the beach of broken dreams!” — Rick Detorie Copy Share Image
“My life," she said dramatically, with her eyes closed, "is one heaping bowl of warmed-over despair, seasoned with equal dashes of aggravation and angst!” — Rick Detorie Copy Share Image
