He hasn't been sleeping very well lately, and every time he tries to: the nightmares come. He goes through phases sometimes of sleeplessness, where the past comes back to kick him in the ass when it is least expected. He roams through the still sleeping, silent house trying to distract himself from thoughts of things long ago. He sits down on one ( Read more... )

He lay in bed with Sven, the contortionist, listening to the sound of chaos from down the hall. Lighting a cigarette he said to him, "My god, living with all this estrogen makes me long for the days I lived in that all fairy boarding house, I thought the drama there was bad. My I must have been innocent to the ways of women back then ( Read more... )

*He pauses to light a cigarette. He offers his pack to the new girl standing at his side*

One for the road?

He awoke to Fraulein Schneider knocking prudently on his door ( Read more... )

It had been a long time since he’d heard from Rémi. He’d been a suitor of his a few months back. In fact, he’d been instrumental in getting him a job at the Rialto. He had been passing his time in a coffee shop near the boarding house, when he had seen Rémi outside on the street. He looked up from the novel he’d been reading, and dashed out the ( Read more... )

The regular early morning sounds of birds and vendors were currently being drowned out by the hideous snores of Hansel sleeping beside him on the bed. Hansel had been one of his oldest regular customers. He’d met Hansel a week after he was booted out of that place that he didn’t speak of. He’d only been on the streets of Berlin a short amount of ( Read more... )

It was a grim night, with winter firmly held in place. The wind cut through the figures on the sidewalk like razorblades as John marched home from the Klub after a long night. It had been one of those nights when the patrons crouch together at their tables, drinking more than any human should consume in order to save themselves from the ordeal of ( Read more... )

He returned to his boarding house around two am. As he had rounded the corner of his street, he noticed the same sharp black car parked diagonally to his rooming house. He took a short-cut through the alley and came around to the back. He climbed the fire escape, and easily managed his way in through the window. He always kept his window cracked ( Read more... )

He had been feeling a deeper and deeper sense of foreboding each night he performed. Peter was always there with his other two friends at the table on the left. He would sit there in rapt attention as John would go through his numbers. He could never tell if the look on his face was approving or disapproving. Since he hadn't returned his last ( Read more... )