Sometimes I think about being for someone else what I needed the most and lost to time and death. Mentors like fathers are not immune to the call from the beyond. They may leave you at any time like the tobacco that sits on the purple table blown away to oblivion by the wind –reluctant… Continue reading Mentor
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74’s
It was a cool Halloween morning when I got my AD 74’s in a town founded by an Irishman, a town nobody knows, and nobody cares about —I finally got my 74’s. “Careful your heart doesn’t burst in your chest, kid.” She didn’t really say that, but maybe I heard it that way. F90.0 “You… Continue reading 74’s
Newman
I slam the pen down on my desk, not hard, but the exasperation is noticeable. I step out now into the rooftop balcony with a plastic resealable bag. I sit down on a red foldable camping chair and attempt to light a Little & Wild with some matches from the J.C Newman Cigar Co., I… Continue reading Newman
The Land of the Hicks
So, we were standing there in the scorching northern heat. We had to wait until one o’clock for the parcel customer service office to open up. I dressed sharp, trying to do some Crockett action, but my colors were too dark. A lady with a blown-out knee stepped out of her white Mercedes Benz SUV,… Continue reading The Land of the Hicks
I can only write what comes from the soul
I can only write what comes from the soul, my greatest drivers — sorrow, solace, and despair. I can only write what comes from the soul, these drivers are terrible things, they bring about an impossible way to live. I can only write what comes from the soul, sorrow, solace, and despair my constant visitors;… Continue reading I can only write what comes from the soul
Ms. Y
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