Justin Tadlock

Writing

This is a collection of things I’ve written throughout my life. There may be a few gems here and there. Much of it is likely boring analysis essays and such. Read on if you dare.

Bay-Bay

Bay-Bay Frazier is 400 pounds or more. He still manages to get from the living room to the kitchen or to the bathroom or out to his truck, but only with a shortness of breath. This summer he was rushed to…

Somebody, Someday

Athens, Alabama. I just stopped to get some coffee and go to the bathroom. I check my watch before pulling back on I-65 North. It’s 2:03 in the morning. Jimmy wrote to Santa the other day and asked for more…

Coke, Pepsi, Vinyl, and the DVD Format War

I take a look at my current DVD collection. It has now grown big enough to warrant a third DVD rack. In fact, it is so big that I have a continually updated list on my website to keep track…

He'll Always Be Papa

This is who my grandfather is and who he will always be for me. He inches slyly toward me, hiding something in his hand. I am sitting on the floor of the living room, leaning against a recliner. Bending slightly…

I Was Sixteen

Oh how sweet that year had been to me. I was climaxing toward the cloudy mountain in my love life. There were mounds of girls and a few more. I played the game with a passion. My standards were always…

Fading Away

“Speak up where I can hear you damnit.” Eugene slammed his tan tote bag on the floor. “You’re supposed to be in bed Eugene,” I try to be commanding, but gentle. “I got to go on my route.” His…

The Wind Is Blowing

Note: Written sometime in high school in Mrs. Betts class (likely 2001). The leaves ruffled beneath the morning bright sky. You could hear a whistle through the cool air. In the distance I heard a quite scream. I started walking toward…

Claws

Note: Keep in mind that this is a story from my youth. Yes, it is supposed to lack any kind of earth logic. This is from the mind of a child. Read on, if you dare. It was a hot…

Dear Journal

    Sometimes I ask myself why, I come to you at night.     To tell you my hopes and dreams, The things that happen and how they seem.     My life sometimes may become…