The Lam pIII |
Brett Sawko was certifiably insane. He was loaded though, a large inheritance, and that kept him out of the madhouse and put him here, in Jackson's tiny motel bathroom. Whatever happened to Sawko left...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:07:00 GMT |
Lam |
Jackson knew it was only a matter of time. Miami was a good distance behind him now. He let his eyes relax. Jackson drew a long breath and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. If it were up to...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 00:48:00 GMT |
colors |
Full of wine, waiting for the hours to fall off the clock, but the hands near nine and just stop all together. The evening is full of neon, and this place has crawled in...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 03:24:00 GMT |
Nowhere Man |
"So what's it like never having to be anywhere?" "It's kind of like being dead. You'll get it eventually." The Nowhere Man ashes his cigarette over the balcony edge, takes a heavy drag and holds it. "...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:11:00 GMT |
. . . |
Friday night and the skirts are out Legs running up into thighs running up into . . . Fuzzy gray light hanging in the jacarandas Street lamps kicking on with a flicker, getting brighter Canned jazz pu...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 02:50:00 GMT |
Dont Talk to Starngers |
This guy, he was a killer. He was a pedophile too. He'd hide in alleys around town, mostly close to where he lived and he'd spy at children and women as they walked by u...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 02:07:00 GMT |
My Girl Doesn’t Wear a Shirt |
Turns out it was one of those days. I rolled out the nylon mesh doors of some old tent that smelled of new ice cube trays and band-aids. The sun was not up yet because th...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:36:00 GMT |
A place like this |
In a place like this people will bang on top of a washer in a public laundry and then pop the top so the dude has some place to shoot his wad. Here, in this place, people kick dogs ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 00:58:00 GMT |
Learning madness Pt II |
The waves never stop rolling, the sun always rises. There is no change but what I change myself. There are no surprises. The everyday sameness starts to leak into ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:40:00 GMT |
Learning Madness, Part 1 |
I was marooned on some bullshit desert island by my wife and best friend. They pushed me overboard after dropping a mickey into my tonic and lime. The island wa...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:35:00 GMT |
