chu-chu-kissu

   Thump, thump, thump. Ozzy sighs deeply as he cruises down the dirt road on his way to the lumber cabin, glancing in his rearview mirror hoping to get a glimpse of his tires. Sitting beside him in the passenger’s seat was Mel Torres. “Hey, Mel!” Ozzy sees the man strolling down the boardwalk in town, and Mel looks down to look at him. “Mornin’, Oz!” He leans on the railing and gives a friendly wave. “What’s up?”    “I was just about to go and get Daniel’s ass up out of bed to run a few errands.” Mel squints. “Didnt’ja hear? Daniel’s kid has got the fl