Sun Is A Tank On Fire

  I walked into the Flying Spatula and was immediately greeted by everyone seated inside the diner (I was going to call it a restaurant, but I hate trying to remember how that word is spelled, so it's a diner). Actually, it says 'diner' right on the wall, so I'm good. Having just been greeted by a room full of strangers I decided to perpetuate the feeling of an AA meeting by standing beside an empty table and introducing myself. "Hello everyone, my name is Solarjinx and I am a knifeaholic." "HI SOLARJINX" I took my seat at the empty table and a waitress instantly appeared, seemingly from out of nowhere. It was as though I sat on a magic call button. "Hi shuga, coffee and a menu?" I already knew what I wanted so I said yes and began placing my food order as well, but she politely stopped me by placing her 'shoosh' finger to my lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, but we don't do that here. I'll be right bac

 Welcome To Planet Hills (a short story)  I'd been driving across this staggeringly vast country for an uninterrupted length of time when suddenly, I felt the need for a break. The earthy red hue of Sedona's desert dirt still clung to my RV as I pulled off the interstate and into a truck stop of a town a thousand miles away. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and the temperature was 80 degrees and the heat glued itself to my body as I walked across the 120 degree heat of the blacktop parking lot over to the truck stop. There waiting to greet me, a row of local misfits. Some sitting in crack, plastic lawn chairs, others leaning against the red brick, white painted wall, all smoking and trying to beat the heat beneath a two foot overhang of awning. Degenerate gargoyles guarding the entrance of their lives with worn out looks hung haggardly on their faces. I stopped when I reached them and looked down at the door greeter. She sat in one of the broken chairs with her right leg crossed ov