At Least They're Committed

Then she got an idea. An awful idea. Tripping Raul got a wonderful, awful idea. “I know just what I’ll do,” TR laughed in her throat. “I’ll . . . ” “What are you doing?” he steps into my room. “Oh, hey. An audience, cool!” “Uh-huh.” “So I got this idea. An awful idea, I got Read more

I mean, it wasn’t really, of course. At least by the time I got home. There is no such thing as good in my world nowadays and reality keeps creeping in, but that’s fine. What was it Khalil Gibran said? Something about a fire and a jar and being prettier after being sent into the furnace. I think the Read more

I am so sorry that this blog is coming up when you’re searching for news on the World Cup. I’m pretty sure nobody from Brazil or Ecuador has any interest in any of this. Read more

It was a little like how I perceive the passage from life to afterlife, it hurt some at first and it was a little scary, but once I got going, the pain went away and I felt looser and freer than I had in months, maybe years. I can’t fall. Well, I mean, I can, Read more

Well well well and what the hell. Seems like I got conned into reading something of merit. Goddammit. And the thing is, like the Titanic, I know how this story ends and it ain’t gonna be good. I took a break, oh, I’ll be saying about page 75 or so, to look online for the cast. Read more

As I again walked past the old ‘U’ shaped, red brick apartment building and looked up at the people sitting there, I realized how full of shit I was in a previous post when I’d mused that I could live there. I couldn’t. It would kill me. I’d feel responsible for each one of those Read more