My life as a cautionary tale.
This is a piece written by Basilike Pappa. I like her imagery and use of language. You should go check her site out at Silent Hour. Saturday lights, the city’s luminous eyes. Car engines, bike engines, the underground, they are all saints trembling in ecstasy. Athens sprawls and spreads to the four points of the horizon. All …
So the Persian New Year known as Nowruz is almost here. Are you excited? Yeah, I didn't have it on my calendar either, but the Houseguest brought it to my attention because she's half Parsi, and she asked me to help her mark it with a simple fire ceremony. It was going to involve open flames …
We had been in a lull with Kevin’s addiction when suddenly, he disappeared again. Same drill as usual: we waited and hoped for the best. About a week and a half into my brother’s current absence, I was on the far side of the Valley hanging with a couple of buddies in Peoria. I’d been …
Being a single guy and cooking for yourself is tough -- at least if you're me. I tend to end up eating a whole bunch of the same thing by myself because of poor shopping habits, bad planning, unfortunate circumstances, or a combination of all the above. Take, for example, asparagus. See, asparagus is kind …
Not to alarm you, but I see robots. Sneakily, they're everywhere, slowly infiltrating society, showing up in houses, factories, entertainment venues, and vehicles. And I've got bad news: they might have their beady sensors on your job. I know they've already got designs on mine -- well, at least on one of them. Yes, my …
Women frequently say (to men anyway) that size doesn't matter. But size matters. It always does. My quest The other day, the Houseguest was on the line, calling me from Trader Joe's where she was doing her big food shop. In spite of our last unfortunate experience co-shopping at Trader Joe's, she had invited me …
Mike rolls into L.A. His hatchback, his hermit crab shell, is packed roof high. Later, drinking a beer, he admires Lars’ Emmy for Sound Editing sitting on the shabby coffee table. “Look, there’s been a development,” says Lars casually. “The financing fell through last week.” Gut-punched, Mike suspects his new job has just evaporated. “Turns …
Our story to this point When last we saw our intrepid hero (me), things were going poorly for him, and he had just been shanghaied and was on his way to "meet the rest of the Crips." (Read Part 1) So, I had to admit it, things were looking a little grim. I had a Crip …
Continue reading Ridin’ Dirty — The Crips Carjacking Story. Part 2
Trembling over her, afraid to touch, Marcus never saw her face. Her chestnut hair is what he’ll remember. And the crimson nimbus of blood spreading across the asphalt. She had barely squeezed into the last space ahead of him. The tail car of the accelerating trolley, snapping around the corner, flung her carelessly from the …
“Make love to me,” she murmurs clinging desperately to his fragile stability amongst the raging chaos. She’s in the best shape of her life. Better than when they were madly in love. Body fat down to nothing, long legs toned from daily ten-mile walks trying to escape herself, breasts like rare fruit enticingly within reach. …