While shopping, I saw a Marilyn-Manson-like Goth kid. I thought he was trouble.
After leaving the store, I lost my wallet. I searched to no avail.
Ironically, I heard that kid yell, “You dropped this!”
He returned my wallet. I offered him money.
He replied, “No thanks. Pay it forward.”
Bob McNeil is a writer, spoken-word artist, and illustrator of some modest renown. Influenced by the Imagists and the Beat Movement, he attempts to address the needs of our human mosaic.
Despondent about the Earth’s ecological state, an old, grey scientist named Arthur Quisling entered his six-by-eight, pyramid-shaped Dimensional Flier. In search of better universes, his yellow ship, which was capable of elongating and navigating through celestial holes, left our flawed planet behind.
Acclimated to Armageddon, the Earth awaited its fate.
Bob McNeil is a writer, spoken word artist and illustrator of some modest renown. Influenced by the Beats, he attempts to address the needs of our human mosaic.