It was long into the afternoon when my girlfriend left me behind at the Black Wave Bar. She’d walk the hot path home, calves scratched by overanxious grasses, and start on dinner. I was to follow soon behind, whenever my …
The first version I heard of Summertime that made a real impression on me, that made my ears hone and drill in on it as an impossibly moving melody was Janis Joplin’s. Though, to be fair, the men of Big …
Why do people always say they’re having “car trouble” when something goes wrong with their automobile? It’s not like when you’re sick you say you’re having “stomach trouble.” You have a fucking disease or infection and things are dire. I …
A Meandering, Self-Centered Rant in the Style of my Mentor, Nacho Sasha Read more →
This is the mundane power of a name. A thing they call you, and when they say it, you turn your head. Whether you turn toward them to acknowledge or turn away, keep shuffling forward as if you didn’t hear, …
So while all you fuckers are enjoying a three-day weekend, stuffing your faces full of pork byproduct and whacking off to Saving Private Ryan, I’ve got to work in retail, so there will be no architecturally sound emotional outpouring on …
Memorial Day? More like Mem-BORE-ial day! Am I Right?! Read more →
Here they come around the corner of the block, the man and his dogs. He wears soft buckskin moccasins so the sound of his feet treading the sidewalk imitates that of his two companions. Padt padt padt. The only difference …
“Now. I’m stark naked, holed up in a cramped room with two dead whores, my radio is shot to shit, and I’m blue-balled all to hell. Twelve shots in the clip. I’m estimating there’s at least seven of ‘em outside, …
“I knew things were bad when the second whore shook, seized up, then slid sideways off of me like a concussed jockey falling out of the saddle. Shot right through the breast. I’d thought the other one just fell or …
There’s something to be said for eating at the bar. But there’s a certain way to go about it.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about the death of things, what ideas and conditions, corporations and institutions have lost all hope of surviving, have somehow been so weakened by greedy attrition or cumulative neglect that they cannot be …