Every morning the sun rises from behind the hills, and, glowing with warmth and life, lies to my face. A new day has begun, but within this day lives the same cynicism, the same egoism, and the same dim remorse…
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The Empty Promise of a Brand New Day, Back Story Pt.1
Tagged with: Benji, Camile, Charlie Murphy, Debora Fanning, Drugs, Hell Is For Childrem, Jail, Old Folks Home, PARANOIA, Sugarbear, Taco Night, The Wall, Violence
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
Light A Fire
The blank wall is my dear friend and is the first to wish me happy birthday as my resentful eyelids pry apart. I didn’t have to say a word, no pathetic hints were dropped for my own benefit, but the…
Tagged with: Dr. Do Nothing, Drugs, Jody, The Dregs, The Wall
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, The Shrink
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, The Shrink
Dissolution of the Senses
The next day, upon my return to the old folks home, I was immediately accosted by the unassailable frumpiness of Debora Fanning. Her dark eyes flashed upon my graceful and sweeping entrance through the front doors of this palace of…
Tagged with: Benji, Big Bill, Charlie Murphy, Debora Fanning, Drugs, nanowrimo08, Old Folks Home, PARANOIA, Sugarbear
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Work
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Work
Charlie Can’t Feel His Face
Debora Fanning runs the old folks home with the discriminating hand of a curator. Her face is often serenely blank with sparse robotic emotion pulling back the corners of her lips only sporadically, and while she is not at all…
Tagged with: Big Bill, Charlie Murphy, Debora Fanning, Dr. Douchenheimer, Drugs, nanowrimo08, Old Folks Home, Sugarbear
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Work
Posted in Drugs, Misadventure, Work
Pendel the Great and Terrible Finds Gainful Employment
One of the more bizarre ironies of living in a culture built on fear is how surprised you find yourself when the worst of those fears is realized. Seems fucking nutty. Either we never truly expected our fears to scuttle…
Hell Is For Children 