My friends and I are in an on-again/off-again writing club where the rules are simple. Every two weeks you have to submit three short stories that it took you 20 minutes or less to write. These are the results.

Danny’s New Date

It’s good to have Cody back. Of all things for that fucking bitch to cost me; my son was the last straw. Steal my money, pocket my prescriptions, sell my guns…fine. Fuck that! It’s not fine, but it’s all shit that I can at least understand. Causing me to almost lose my son that I worked for years to get custody of from his batshit crazy mother, that’s something entirely different.

In fact (don’t go spreading this around town, especially to any lawyers now), when I said I was going to kill her, I meant it! And I’m glad I said it! Why I let her back in my home after I kicked her ass out the first two times I’ll never know. My kids hated her because she’d always steal their clothes. Damn her tiny little body. My mom always said I’d learn eventually. She also told me not to get involved with women you meet in bars. Right on both counts!

Speaking of, how about another round over here? I’m celebrating my son being back home.

That fucking bitch will get hers, though. Took my cell phone with her when the cops came to “rescue” her from me getting all “crazy” on her. Yeah, so I was choking her. Only a little. I mean, give me a break, you heard all the shit she was pulling. Took my phone with her and made all these calls. My lawyer said let her make the calls. It’s good evidence against her. Proves she’s a thief. She’ll end up paying back all the money she cost me in getting Cody back. Fucking cunt.

No more bar girls. That’s my rule. I gotta watch out for my kids best interests from here on in. (Thanks for the drink, by the way.)

It’s hard to meet girls in a bumfuck Egypt hole like this, sure as shit. But I heard all about this internet dating, so I went to the library two towns over and got on a computer. Had to have someone help me figure the damned thing out, but I got ‘er. They even got me to a place with the internet dating on it, and I sent a few messages out from the email account I got now.

Guess what? Got me a date for Saturday night, and she lives in the same town as me. Didn’t know her name, though. Now ain’t that the shit? Small town like this and there’s somebody I don’t know.

Asked her to meet me at the bar, but she refused. Said she never went there. Kinda started making sense why I never saw her around. So we’re meeting at the truck stop café in the afternoon for coffee. That’ll be a new one for me.

Sounds like she’s a good girl, though. She’s a Sunday school teacher, and she don’t drink and she don’t smoke. Didn’t get a picture of her, so I’m hoping she’s not too fat. If she’s not, she’ll be perfect for me.

I’ll show that fucking bitch I don’t need her. Don’t need your bullshit or your crying. Got me a new girl and she’s a good one. Better than you’ll ever be you fucking whore.

Okay, one more and then I gotta go get Cody from school.