burnt and cut fingers |
as i sit, dressed topless and in american flag PJs, it becomes clear how free i am. thank you all for the times and the poetry. this would not happen without the CATS--you know who you are. i worry ...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jul 2009 03:41:00 GMT |
drinking songs |
the solstice fell on father's day. i drank myself silly, mixing records and seeing people i love. too many made it special. one of my best friend's mother died. he has to go to europe for the fune...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 07:00:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch7 |
Simon woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. At first he thought he was dreaming itno one had called in so long. When he realized it was not his imagination, he lost the call. He opened t...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 06:11:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch6 |
The rest of the night passed by in a blur for Simon. He was found himself back at the pub, confused and bewildered. As the bar filled, he felt more and more alone. Staying away from the Jager, the ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 04:48:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch5 |
By the time the evening news was over, Simon felt well enough to drink water. After sinking a gallon on top of enough acetaminophen caplets to make a walrus swagger, he was starting to feel almost hu...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 03:35:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch4 |
Over Simons thirty years, there had been only a few hangovers where he wished he was dead rather than face the pain from his own self-abuse. The next morning was one of those days. It took an hour ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 05:41:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch3 |
When Simon came to, it was dark outside. His stomach flip-flopped from the alcohol, and a dull thumping echoed in the back of his head. It was too early for a beer, but food would only be trouble, s...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 03:28:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch2 |
The next day Simon returned to the bar, hung over and hating life. OK, Richard said, scratching his thick beard. Herere the directions to the cottages. The landlords name is Mr. Shackler, and he...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 00:43:00 GMT |
ssd2 ch1 |
Running his tongue over his teeth, everything made sense. Bottles of every size and shape mocked him, but it was, after all, a job. Simon did not care for the paychecks; it was more about feeling im...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 22:03:00 GMT |
rehashing novel? |
think enough time has passed where i can run a 2nd draft of that novel i was writing last fall and winter. you cats want to see it again, editied for tightness and maybe with a few more chapters to r...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 03:04:00 GMT |
