I suppose I would have to credit author/actor/speaker/opinionator/punk rock icon Henry Rollins for inspiration. He's written some books with a similar style. I hope you enjoy the micro pieces. Who knows, maybe one day I'll publish a little book full of all this drivel. Hope you enjoy it!
"Dig it deeper." The drunk man commanded the two boys.
The man's dog had died earlier that day lying in the sweltering sun. Insects had started to find the corpse attractive; the sun helping lift the scent of death to their senses. The hole was already 4 feet deep—a ridiculous depth for a pet. But the grieving man's judgment was clouded with an alcohol-fueled paranoia, that one day people would move into the house he was renting and dig up his precious dead dog. He would most certainly not have that. Later, while the dog rested under the weight of 4 feet of soil, the man would treat the boys to BBQ for their suffering and sweat.
You knew painting your door red would show the world how mad you were; that painting your lawn with the blue petunias would show the world how sad you were. And though you’d never let us see you, the dolls in your windows and your stone garden figurines told tales of your loneliness. Keep your curtains closed and your bricks stacked tight. It’s a mad, wild world.