A new day, a new shot at life, another day of taking it easy and letting himself heal, of taking 'proper' care of himself. Doctor's orders include: No excessive drinking. Excessive sugar intake. Plenty of rest ( Read more... )

Sometimes he lies awake. Sometimes he lies awake because the sunshine sneaks through the blinds and the curtains and through the little gap between his eyelids. Other times he lies awake because he's daydreaming, and his daydreams by far outshine his nightdreams, nightmares, maras who ride him in the night like he's their favorite beast of burden ( Read more... )

Friday night. Thank goodness it is Friday night and Lorne's got nowhere to be but his dreary little office, and no one to chat up. He's all dressed up and got nowhere to go ( Read more... )

At first, there's barely a sound, barely a speck of color among the shadows of the deceptively old structure. Not anything remarkable about the place, except for its location, perhaps. The air is crisp, the ground is slippery here and there, ice covered in sludge losing the war against the patches of green grass spreading all around ( Read more... )

It ain't easy being green... Kermit got it right in one fell swoop of a song, and Lorne couldn't agree more. Pouring himself another drink by the liquor cabinet, he tries so hard not to think about the past few days. The past week or so, since Valentine's ( Read more... )

The noise is too much. The noise is too much and it's eating its way inside his head and there's nothing he can do to keep it out but to pretend absolutely everything is all right, everything's fine ( Read more... )

When human children grow up, they learn a few basic truths from their loved ones. Don't talk to strangers - a notion they seem to harbor deep in their darkest recesses even as very small children. Don't go out after dark. Always be good, or your bad deeds will come back to haunt you ( Read more... )

Being the most important night of the year, and the very last one, this is a night where no expenses have been spared. Lorne wouldn't have it any other way ( Read more... )

It isn't every day Lorne has to crawl out from under his thick, cozierthanthou duvet to answer an unlisted caller sending his cell phone into a vibratin', party hoppin' frenzy.

...the saxophone's blowin' on a rock n' roll show - we climbed in the back seat, really had a good ti-i-ime--"Hot patootie, my tush." Begrudgingly flipping the phone open ( Read more... )

Ahh, the late October evening air is crisp and sizzling with the bustle and excitement permeating 6th Street. Just an hour or two ago, the streets lay quiet and calm, like before a storm. And what a storm it is. Tonight is the biggest night of the year for Lorne - the only night he can go out with a bang (so to speak), and glam it up without having ( Read more... )