The sun was peaking at the horizon after a long night of work for Brian. He left the FedEx station kicking at occasional rocks as he drifted to his car. It had been such a long shift. Brian wasn't sure if he'd make it all the way home before...

Brian got into his beat up old Chevy Malibu Barbie Mobile and turned the engine. The streetlights shone through a heavy morning mist and dimly lit his path toward home. His path to his love. His path toward total devotion. The urge within him propelled Brian, stirred the last reserves of his consciousness. Without thinking he passed the speed limit, increasing velocity with each minute. Soon he was going twenty-five over. He didn't notice. She was the only thing he could think of.

Arriving at the home he lived in (as it was not under his name but his mother's) Brian slammed the car door shut, hardly remembering to lock the door as he dashed blindly towards the entrance of his abode. Suddenly careful to not wake anyone, Brian quietly unlocked the door and secured it behind him, finally dashing silently up to his bedroom. Finally! She was waiting for him as usual. He knew she would. He took off his purple and silver polo shirt and FedEx cap, tossing them lightly onto the dresser. He grasped the handle to the top drawer and paused, thinking breathlessly about what she would do for him tonight. Not able to contain his passion any longer he thrust open the drawer with unparalleled furosity. Kind eyes gazed down into the pile of whites and darks... his heart beating harder as seconds ticked he spoke for the first time in hours, whispering.

"Socklisa."

Old men, fear me! You will shatter under my ruthless apathetic assault!

Uschi - 2
Old Men - 0

"I am convinced that this world is of no importance, and that the only people who care about dates are imbeciles and Spanish teachers." -- Jean Arp, 1921

"If Jesus came back and saw what people are doing in his name, he would never never stop throwing up." - Max von Sydow, "Hannah and Her Sisters"