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workes of fictione
My father was a poor man who was constantly plagued with misfortune and disappointment. He tried to be cautious, but was always looking over the wrong shoulder. He met his future wife, my mother, outside a liquor store that he was wrongly being accused of robbing. As he was being pinned to the hood of a squad car he called her, a striking blonde ( Read more... ) -
True story.
I jog alongside the bus that's heading towards my appointment until the coffee and pizza in my gut tell me to stop. Without a cell phone, I walk into the only shop nearby that looks like they might let me use their phone. A squat old Asian woman tells me she won't. We both briefly glimpse the black rotary receiver on her desk, we meet eyes again ( Read more... ) -
boy vs. world
us vs. them
"Who cares if you're the only black guy there. They don't care."
"I care. And yes, they do care. Don't think I don't notice that second it takes for all ya'll to gloss my skin over with your eyes so it looks like you're talking to another white guy ( Read more... ) -
Come and touch me here, so I know that I'm not there
I'm In my old room, in my old house above the train tracks, laying in bed with my old girlfriend. The circumstances that led us here are impossible, and slightly out of reach in my mind. Without a word she takes my hand and presses against the deep and perfect groove that runs from the top of her forehead to the center of her brow. I rub along the ( Read more... ) -
ghost chick
My dad used to tell me these stories about this haunted house he used to live in with his rocker buddies ( Read more... ) -
From Russia With Fun!
I'm playing Tetris with this girl I've met at some party I don't want to be at and I'm being beat bad. Apparently she won some sort of Tetris competition as a kid and she's telling me how there's a Wikipedia page on her. The Nintendo is running hot by the time I wedge the wrong block into the wrong the corner and tell her that I'm willing to ( Read more... ) -
more Amelia
The best part about Fridays is that the mall is open for an hour longer. This Friday was even better because of the serious criminal activity we had witnessed. From the food court where Janis and I were sharing a cheap plate of chow mein we heard something crash from one of the second floor shops above us, almost at the same time an echoing "Hey ( Read more... )
