Walking down from the nice hotel and casino down in the burning south. A checkered corridor leads me to a room with some books. Larsen is there, so is Kinney. A and I head to Jalapeño´s, then to Chango’s. The walk takes us from Reina, to Union, to Concordia, and finally to Luna. If you… Continue reading Ms. Y
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Eleven
Astrid’s mom can see and speak to the dead. She’s upset because her dad passed away trying to save the Amazon. He was eaten by piranhas. At least she got to see her pops again after a murderous youth tried to trade her soul for his return to the living. Today, eleven years ago my… Continue reading Eleven
Youthful Fire
Do youthful dreams die? Do they make our souls tremble as the years go by? As time moves further along from their fulfillment? Do they rattle you from your sleep in the night? Does the stillness of the Dawn remind you of what you could have been? Does a dream of a beautiful woman make… Continue reading Youthful Fire
Cinnamon Smoke
Out with the babe today again, boy was she in a bad mood this morning, even after our little stroll and breakfast. I wonder what upsets her. We’re out shopping at the same old place, I quickly and luckily find a white Hello Kitty swivel chair and sit down to read my latest Bukowski acquisition.… Continue reading Cinnamon Smoke
Mirrors of Muddy Waters
I look to the clouds while I’m out for a little exercise, a little jog for some fresh air under the mountain drizzle. Two planes fly overhead as the mountains are hidden by a strong, gray mist. The coquis’ sing loudly and the waterfall roars as it descends into the creek shadowed by the trees.… Continue reading Mirrors of Muddy Waters
Looney
At the looney bin for an eval, two young ladies, one thin, one more huggable. Same old situation, same old feelings. Soon to be a Looney Tune again, partially. A strong sense of discomfort rises. I´ve been here before many times. Now, and again, to the sports and fitness aisle, to the boardgames, to the… Continue reading Looney
Clifford
Eddie Money is telling me he wants to go back and do it all over, but he knows he can’t. Time has gone by, and nothing can be the same. I feel like him, sometimes this place feels so dry, so past its prime, it gets depressing. “And I know you mean well, Spence, but… Continue reading Clifford
Bible Study
Seven signs of Grace entrusted upon us by God for divine life. Signs to express supernatural realities. From the most High, to the lowest Low. Humiliation to Eternal Glory. Is this man Wise or does he believe himself wiser than all Lower than He? Santísima Humanidad… Can eyes lie? There’s something in his eyes. Something… Continue reading Bible Study
Old Mr. P
Some fourteen years ago I used to walk down this road carrying my school and sports bags, determined and driven to reach my physical and athletic potential. I had arrived late in the semester because I was out on some wild adventure in Montana, where I saw no mountains, just a barren, cold landscape. Barren,… Continue reading Old Mr. P
My sadness is something that will never go away
At the doc again, it seemed like he remembered my case a bit. It’s been about a year since my last visit. He won’t say I’m crazy, but I believe I am. I used to be a regular there, so everyone that works there knows me. I never expect much from treatment anymore, but today… Continue reading My sadness is something that will never go away