Return Of The Diseased Scavengers
I hate them.
I do.
I’m not going to be polite, I’m not going to be sweet, I’m not going to be gentle.
Last night at 1:00 a.m. it sounded like Tony Dow slid into the twin bed beside him and was butt-slamming The Beave using face scrub for lube.
Those fucking raccoons.
I don’t [...]
In The Still Of The Night
It’s late.
Well, not the late of my youth.
The days when I’d stagger out of an after hours club, eyes reddened with pupils dilated (honestly I looked like the cartoon of “Little Orphan Annie) and blinded by the sun, the thump of the bass still ringing in my ears remixed with birds singing.
It was like Moby [...]
FICTION: A Case Of You
It all begins in my head. Isn’t that where it all begins?
There, in that place that just pulls me apart and reassembles me like wooden blocks.
I remember her.
I remember him.
I remember so much but it’s so clouded I don’t know where to begin.
You see something.
Smell something.
Touch something.
Hear [...]