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  The boat was rocking so bad you could run up and down the door frames.  People like to imagine the ocean as being blue and beautiful.  I used to imagine it that way.  When you’re that far out at … Continue reading →

  My father moved in a whore and her son when I was at work. My clothes were folded behind the couch.  I saw their suitcases.  They were in the kitchen talking.  I walked into my room, sat on the … Continue reading →

  I came back and sat at the table.  I nodded to the empty table where the couples were.       “Cops take off?”                                                                                                                                Dave smiled, “You caught that.”                                                                                                           “It’s that snarky vibe, also the tension of never being fully … Continue reading →

I took a detour and drove into Hollywood, around the cul de sac, and looked at the building where my studio apartment had been.  It was still there of course, but I wasn’t walking out of it with no car, … Continue reading →

Up at noon.  Stretched, ran, worked out, walked Lucy and we were in the ocean.  Christine in her bikini was drawing cameras from voyeurs, cell phone pics on the sly, and looks from men at the risk of their women’s … Continue reading →

  Lunch.  More of the same shit.  Some form of noodles, a piece of cornbread, a square of pink cake, and cubed carrots which are the exact orange of the jumpsuits.  Bates was looking at the table behind us.  He … Continue reading →

    Dead Birds Hot up for two days in Strafford, Missouri. my clutch has burned out. I hustle on the phone to cover the $478 for the clutch it’s hot out here burning hot summer humid  dead birds hot … Continue reading →

  The boat was rocking so bad you could run up and down the door frames.  People like to imagine the ocean as being blue and beautiful.  I used to imagine it that way.  When you’re that far out at … Continue reading →

  Scab earned his name after his father opened his bedroom door and caught him jacking off to a magazine called Chicks With Dicks.  He tried to toss the mag and zip up, but he caught his dick in his … Continue reading →

  I heard him yelling at her, calling her a cunt.  I heard him tell her that he was coming back for me.  From the corner of the curtain I watched them out there.  I was not afraid to fight … Continue reading →