[Voice Post: Transmission begin.]The last I remember was walking home from a long night at the bar, it was sometime around 2 am and the streets were full of mutts all begging for food and attention. Ignoring them, I made it into my building 8 apartment complex...and after that, hell...I couldn't even tell you ( Read more... )

"Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship ( Read more... )

Sometime before midnight I blacked out, probably due to GHB intake (Note: lower dosage next time). But hell, is this one fucked up trip! I don't know what else I took last night, but lord, it put hair on my head. Not that I'm complaining, but overdose surely would have made me at the very least nauseous--- HOLY FUCK ( Read more... )

The snow is crushed to the ground and the wind is still chilly, but the air is warm with Christmas spirit. I sit at my second-story window and watch couples come and go, gifts in their hands and smiles on their faces. Happy holidays and winter wishes escape their lips here and there, before they all part and go home to spend the evening snug in bed ( Read more... )

It's been a few days since the wild heat has blown off. I'm glad. My blood is too thick for warm weather. The cold has come back, and I don't mind it, but it was a little too quick of a change for my usual tastes. Still, snow is something I've been ready to get used to. Which is how I spent this morning. I woke up in a very cold sweat, unsure of my ( Read more... )

It's been just over a week since that rat below me put a goddamn hole in my leg. And it's becoming very dry and itchy at this point. The skin is peeling and the flesh is rotting. Good Lord, it must be an infection of some sort. Terrible sensations in my leg, creeping up my spine and into my brain, where the ticking continues to rebound off of the ( Read more... )

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.I remember saying something like, "You are not guilty," over and over as I stared into the foggy mirror of the bathroom. A sick avoidance of the truth. An expedient to avoid a nasty scene. I remember staring into this mirror. Staring at that red stamp that shows everyone exactly ( Read more... )

A quart of rum and a bottle of cough medicine. That's all I needed to complete my night. What, with my charred turkey, it's skin crusty and black, and my usual sense of American pride. My hopes and dreams, and a little red typewriter with the words "Property of Fat City" painted on it's side. Is it stolen? The good Lord only knows. And I thank him ( Read more... )

The last I remember was standing in a line at a corner cafe staring at a thin brunette a few places ahead of me. She was standing there in line, one hand on her curvy little hips, tapping her heel on the hardwood floor. She had brought her drink and took a seat by the window, by herself. I didn't have to be at the office for another hour, so I was ( Read more... )

I was up all hours of the night. Seeing fantastic colors circling all around me and expelling the contents of my stomach, which felt like it was being used for anatomy experimentation, at the time. When the worst of it was over, I crawled into a dark corner and slept for a good 3 or 4 hours, before having to wake up and get to work. I had twenty ( Read more... )