Perin

Dim the Marquee Lights

As I told him the story of old Beetle Body Joe Lopez slouched low in his swivel chair, black clad figure disappearing behind the big oak security podium with arms folded, lazily surveying traffic on 4...
Posted by Perin on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:26:00 PST

Beetle Body Baby

Saturday morning I was tossing and turning in Hela's bed trying to avoid her cat. I'm horribly allergic. I had laid there all night trying to get comfortable on a bed of fur and dander, till the early...
Posted by Perin on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 10:18:00 PST

Those of you who visited me @ my 72nd Street apt...

and met my uncle, Edguardo Vazquez...and yea, there are only a few of you...he unfortunately, suddenly & most unexpectedly passed away last night. we knew that he had been ill for a few months now...
Posted by Perin on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 12:07:00 PST

tore a hole in your favorite disguise

  we must have been in Holly's room for an hour, sitting like that kind of weird grit that collects in corners.  it was story time and it was my turn to do the honors.  "my father...
Posted by Perin on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 06:12:00 PST

Running With Scissors Pt. 2.

Inside a too loud blur of nervous energy with cheap garage pumping from tweed speakers, anonymous voice all gravel over the clank of trebly guitars, attacking rhythm section, klinking bottles. Meanwh...
Posted by Perin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I'm Running With Scissors

With the bus's engine a-purring and tires a-bumping a homecoming rhythm down shady old French Street I examined the contents of my ziplock serious drug collection under the warm yellow glow of a readi...
Posted by Perin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Vertigo...2

As the bus hurtled along owning the road on its course caustic fires leapt into the breach from open furnaces on the horizon, manic headlights disappeared en masse behind shadowy metallic structures, ...
Posted by Perin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Dim the Marquee Lights Pt.2

Joe read the card out loud like in disbelief, "Memorial for Barbara Hudson to be held tonight between five and eight p.m. in the Yardley Lounge, fourth floor. Please advise security." I thought about ...
Posted by Perin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Vertigo

I must have had a little panic attack that night, sitting in the dark with my headphones on, the laboring hum of the bus's engine vibrating my seat, my heart racing in anticipation of nothing. The se...
Posted by Perin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Dim the Marquee Lights Pt. 3...

Barbara Hudson's memorial was well attended. Four of us were stationed in the 42nd Street lobby receiving guests and escorting them to the elevators. Gillian Friars was there pulling overtime workin...
Posted by Perin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST