[**Disclaimer: This account, like all the previous and future posts about my romantic life, are to be considered all almost entirely fictional unless clearly stated otherwise. Any resemblances to real life women who have been unfortunate enough to go on date with me are a result of the statistically common reactions to my many idiosyncrasies**] … Continue reading Dating Darcy
Fiction
77. With a zoomph
This is a really interest flash fiction piece by another writer I read today. The rest of his story is also really good. I suggest you take a lot at it.
Dear Lola
Dear Lola, I found Saul. We’re in Philadelphia and you’re an idiot. He said that he has been calling you and you never pick up your phone. He has traveled half way across the country looking for you. I don’t understand why you asked me to find him. If his messages sounded so distressing … Continue reading Dear Lola
Chapter 20
Dear Saul, I hope this gets to you. I spent my last couple dollars of this months pay check to over-night it because I know you don’t stay in one place for very long. Me and Haley are doing okay. We are where in Cleveland, we arrived two weeks ago. We’re staying at a … Continue reading Chapter 20
Chapter 19
The 12th street blues In the morning we’ll be so hungry That we’ll eat these words But tonight we’re going to sing In the morning we’ll forget the music But tonight is the night we dance Tomorrow they will forget us But tonight our art will live For we are vagabond poets We … Continue reading Chapter 19
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I met him sitting in the Honolulu airport yesterday. He was noticeably overdressed for the weather making him look quite odd wearing a suit jacket in 90* weather. Though other than that he seemed to be a normal mainland American. I politely asked if I could sit next to him, seeing as how it was … Continue reading 18
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She lay there abandoned. Lost, Alone. Roaming the streets of the city at night. Where her blood dripped She called home. Staining where She stripped Bare bone. Dancing the night away To a bare tone: The beats of lust. The melody of need. Shadows frolic where they must, Not for greed. Tomorrow … Continue reading 17
Lucky # 13
It was a tumultuous season of joy and pain; of a soul on ice and a soul on fire. You have to understand that the summer was a perfect storm. It was a global warming induced environmental manic period-the likes of which Colorado had never seen. It began with the largest blizzard in recorded history … Continue reading Lucky # 13
Chapter 12
12th Street and main was the capital of chill. It was the seventh layer of lost souls. The holy land for people seeking their own personal grail. I’ve been told that those who live there are bohemians, dandies, bobos, beatniks and hippies but I don’t really know what those things are. The only thing I … Continue reading Chapter 12
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I found Saul speaking in tongues to a crack addict in a back alley in Philly. Barely recognized him. He had grown, or more accurately neglected to shave, a long dreadlocked, dirt filled beard. His eyes where blood-shot like a coke head on a Friday night. He was hunched over a fire on the … Continue reading Chapter 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1
The Well Examined Life 