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
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
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…
The Way-Fucked Circle of Life
It’s fucking crazy to think that sending a guy like ME to an old folks’ home is going to do ANYBODY any good at ALL. My court appearance went off without a hitch. Processed like meat, cleansed of disease, stamped…
Patrice
I hooked up with Patrice a week ago Sunday night, completely by accident. Before I go any further, let me say this: Patrice is a sneak and a liar, and anything you hear from her is complete bullshit. If Patrice…
Hell Is For Children 