The Carpool LaneRing, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring. Bang. Crash!Joey's hand hit the alarm clock with enough force to send it to the floor just before he rolled over and fell back asleep."JOEY! Get your ass outa bed!" Joey's girlfriend was anything but subtle.Joey didn't move."JOEY! You better get movin'. You're LATE!" she said poking her head into the bedroom."Oh, Shit! Are you serious? What time is it?" Joey stumbled out of bed and grabbed a shirt from the hamper. "This will have to do," he muttered to himself. Then, yelling down the hall, "What time is it?""Seven thirty five. You better get movin'. If you're late again Fielder is gonna fire you.""Damn, woman! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he yelled in panic."I did." He didn't need to see her eyes to know that they were rolling. Joey threw on his shirt and grabbed his keys as he headed toward the door."Aren't you gonna take a shower?" she questioned, looking him up and down."I don't have time!
1,000 WordsThey say that a picture is worth a thousand wordsBut, today I can not agree.From my perch high on the rocky cliffs above the ocean,A picture could not capture all that I see.My camera sits beside me--poised and readyAnd I--confused.I ask it to capture- the sound of the ocean breeze swirling around my face- the feel of sand in between my toes- the smell of hot dogs cooking on a nearby grill- the taste of the salty airAnd it--refused."Ah! But these things are not visual," you contend.This is a truth whose non-existence I can not pretend.So I stand tall and look to the West.I can see the curvature of the Earth!Excitedly I look through the camera--It's not there... I begin to question its worth!How can that be?Slowly I put the camera awayAnd drink in all that I see--I will not be taking a picture today.