Old Joe Bush Novels & Stories

He concludes with brewing laughter. "..Watch your mouth, Joe." Bale warns. "I'm sorry, Bale. You just.. You never cease to amaze me sometimes." Joe wipes his dry nose, in muffled laughter. "Well, at least, people know me.. for much more than second-grade sports cars, cheap suits and community penis." Joe chuckles cynically and continues, "Bale Richards! The youngest Attorney General in US history! Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Ambitious cock! You'll do anything to make yourself look good.. even break the law."

Jack was sat waiting for me. “Leah, thank you for joining me so quickly. Please take a seat.” Julie entered as I sat down. She joined Jack on the other side of the table and it felt very much like my interview all over again. “Leah, thank you for joining us.” Julie said sitting across from me. “It feels just like my interview,” I smiled. They both laughed a little. “May I ask why I am here?” “Leah, as you may know I am a woman of a certain age and I have decided to retire early.” Julie explained.

Old Joe, the friendly homeless man who’s always feeding and petting the stray cats in town, started yelling at all the other adults, telling them God is angry and we’re all to blame, he used to be so quiet before. I overheard my dad on the phone this morning: “I saw the whole thing! He walked right up to the edge and dove in, no hesitation at all, the crazy bastard!” … “Seriously! I wish I could show you, I didn’t even have time to get my phone out and record.” … “Yeah, sucks for the cats though, ha!” He loves having something to talk about, That’s how I found out Old Joe died.

he ask while looking down at his hand. "Nixon Marsh" I say as our order is called. We each take our drinks and walk out of the shop turning towards the same direction. Taking this as a chance to ask him a few questions I ask him how old he is, he tells me he's nineteen studies at the Brayer collage.