Life in the Box. Failed Experiment Number One

204974659_0c005ae43d

I emerged this morning from the frost covered cardboard refrigerator box that I now call home. With my first steps I noticed the legs of my pants felt like petrified wood and I soon realized the frigid weather has turned my nightly involuntary bladder release into an icy layer of shame.  Much to my chagrin, each movement had caused shards of frozen piss to  rain down upon the last  precious morsels of hamburger that I had been rationing for the past week.  As I looked through my pockets trying to find some cookie crumbs I noticed something was nibbling on my big grey toe.

Mornings are mostly frostbite and hallucinations, I kicked away the imaginary lizards and made my way toward town to try to find some fresh eats. As I started walking I noticed a little old lady walking towards me. She looked like David Arquette. Realizing it was Juanita who sleeps on the church steps, I said,"Good morning, anything good behind Kenny’s Donuts yet?" She hissed at me and said "yeah and I ate it and shit you out all the left overs, now get the fuck out of my way you curly headed bastard!"

. . . . . . . . . .

The above is the result of a failed writing experiment.  Writing a story one sentence at a time with multiple authors is not as easy as it sounds.  We got through two paragraphs then called it quits. Thanks to all who participated.
. . . . . . . . . .

Photo by: jamesfischer

Justin Bieber to Launch ... Feminine Hygiene Product Line?
What is the Difference Between a City and a Town?