Black Maria

It was just another day in the coal mines.   I was sitting in a bar on 30th Street.  It was around midnight and I was in my usual bewildered state.  I mean, you know, nothing works right: the women, the weather, the economy, the bums, the streetlights.  Finally you just sit in a kind of stricken state and wait like you’re on the bus stop bench waiting for death.  People lose their minds on bus stop benches, I see them arguing with phantoms... Read More

Snowden

I am wandering the cold wet streets alone at night as dark figures slither in and out of shadows.  A conspiracy of whispers and crooked gestures with gnarled hands in the periphery.  Until their tenuous union is shattered by a tin can rattling on the concrete and they are gone.  Evaporating into the neon afterlife.  Only the haunting cry of a stray cat stalks my feet as they grind broken glass against black gravel in the off-color rainbow of grease... Read More

Writhing In My Insect Fear

I don’t like how sometimes you can see light through your fingers.  It reminds me how thin humans are.  My soul has felt pretty thin lately. Aside from that there have been a rash of people that have tried to find me, search me out.  Let me pose this warning to all would be glory seekers; I am to you as the yeti to the Himalayan explorer – exciting and dangerous all at once.  A beer keg in the trunk of a cop car.  It has been said by... Read More

Mia and Me

I recently switched from Ana, the illegal Mexican maid who was stealing all my DVD’s and threw away all my goddamn vintage newspapers because she thought they were trash, to Mia, my new awesome Finnish house cleaner.  Ok first of all, yeah, I have a fucking house cleaner.  Why?  Just like Disney movies brainwash girls into the Cinderella syndrome, my mom brainwashed me into not wanting to clean my own goddamn house.  So yes, I have a maid. ... Read More

My Armpits

“So like what the fuck is going on with my armpits?” I thought to myself in the shower this morning.  My deodorant must be fucking me up or something.  It’s that antiperspirant kind, you know, so you don’t look like a 70’s tennis player in the middle of your board meeting.  I don’t know why I even have that kind – I usually go for the mark-1 mod-0 deodorant but I must have had a big interview or was traveling and forgot to pack some... Read More

“He [neighbor's "possessed" dog] won’t let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.” – David Berkowitz

I’ve been getting into a lot of fights lately.  Yeah, great, so fucking what.  Huge revelation there, right? Well the thing is that I really have never gotten into that many fights.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to smashing a dude’s face in, but the frequency has definitely increased.  Another strange detail is that the reasons for these fights is just as mysterious as their recent frequency.  It’s not like I don’t know why... Read More

On Hold…

My life is turning into pure garbage. I’ve cashed in my freedom for a stake in society and just like a spiteful cunt society will never forget and is making me pay for all my years of wandering. I bought a house, got a straight job, cut my hair, and started taking an active role in making a positive change beyond the scope of my own life. It was a tragic mistake that I may never recover from because the motherfuckers have their hooks in me now.... Read More

Lights in the Sky

The day was hot. The heat sat down over the face of the city, queening it. The heat grows dents on cars and brings restless men to sit on porches. Old women wear shorts exposing their gray withered and veiny stumps while bums emerge from their hiding places to bask on sidewalks and park benches fully clothed. Parking lots become a test of willpower and expressions look even more dire. People walk slow, shoulders slumped, heads down exposing bad haircuts... Read More