V-World Perry had just taken the hugest toke off the J when his mother knocked on his door. “Perry! Are you decent? Can I come in?” His computer chair squeaked under the strain of his corpulent frame as he leaned across the desk to snuff the joint hurriedly in an ashtray. He gave the ashtray a quick shove to send it sliding under an alcove of the desk. “No, ma!” he shouted, releasing a copious amount of smoke into his own face. He fanned at the smoke with his hand while fighting the urge to cough so hard that his eyes teared up. “I thought you were going out to look for work,” his mother called through the door. “I'm looking online,” he shouted hoarsely, “it's more efficient.” “Finding anything?” “I'm just getting started!” he yelled. 'Jeeze, he thought, she's really on the rampage!' It was probab...
A portfolio of writings by Brian Lee Beshore as well as essays and his thoughts about writing.