A Bear cut in Half Office parking lot, van - night (I have a camper van that I often slept in when my keycard for the building that had my sleeping nook it wasn’t working.) Dream: I was at a front desk,

Stumbling over a messily placed pile of pool equipment, in a drugged and oblivious state, Freddie Delaney made his way to the other side of the massive whale tank. Ever determined to find the curvaceous

Steve tried to follow them, but at the door Abbie turned back to face him with all the posturing of a mother baboon barking, “Fuck off my babies, boy!” A waitress moving at a barely detectable speed sopped

In the second grade I admitted to my friends for the first time that I liked girls at the public swimming pool and to this day I find myself hauntingly wondering back to that strange afternoon. It started

The Bean-Bag Pyramid My bedroom: Late morning, after work Dream: I’m trying to sleep in my room. It’s dark outside. The lights are on and someone is pounding my door even though I know that they know that

Soroush saluted. “You towering Aryan knight! One day, by their own will, my people will bleed themselves into the Rhine for you as you usher in the new future.” “Fuck’s sake, Soroush. Not here, not now.

Our bar-back was a showman. He pulled the lever to drafts like a roughneck shuts off a valve and he cut and chopped the foam so that the percussive ring of good, hard wood cut through the air to remind

Four hours in a humming, vibrating stasis-tube, a Eurorail engine coddled us in and out of sleep. No one had come by to check our tickets. None of us bothered with the view from the window probably because

Then I was upset because I knew it wasn’t my fault, but I still felt like it was. I couldn’t let it go. Feelings like this were probably what made the physical expression of violence such a God-damned

After the nurse warned me that my blood pressure was just under the line she cleared me and to my great relief the man was no longer sitting in the hallway. There was only one checkpoint before I was to

Tripod on the Dark Mountain The office buildings I used to work as a night guard for was owned by a communications company that was failing/downsizing. One whole floor of the building was completely abandoned

How could I get away? Where was there to go? This room was for waiting. It was a waiting room. Even though I could sense a system override wanting to take place I was still in nice-guy mode so I handed

The physical took place just like any other and it wasn’t until the doctor lightly cupped my balls that I realized what I had felt when the man touched my chin. It was revulsion, a creepy sense that I

The appointment was to be five hours of processing. First they give you an unsharpened pencil to be used at a booth containing a fidgety touch screen that never seemed to catch where you were pointing

No one in my circle knew that I had dropped out. We bought the tickets for this trip nearly a year before graduation. We planned the whole trip with certainty. Everything worthwhile in biology or any other

Floating on the water, scabbing through stoned thought fragments trying to salvage the helpless little pieces like an enzyme that uses the dead, discarded parts of mitochondria to build functional proteins.

So this all started when I stopped smoking pot while I was working nights as a security guard. I quit for a number of reasons but the reason that is relevant to the rest of this post has to do primarily

It took six minutes, or maybe thirty, with my head between my legs, eyes closed so I couldn’t see the tainted rim of the hostel toilet. Then I had a quick wash of my knees and my face before I clung

The hangover made my blood unbalanced. A prickly roll of heat flushed into my skin and darkness tunneled my eyesight. In a faint spell I found myself kneeled at the payphone holding my head as low as the

“Good.” Says my brother as if he’s certain I’m above it. When it’s a matter of survival what’s to be above? “I could hand-scrape out some sperm into cash every three days. A hundred and twenty a week,