Category Archives: Location

Chapter 11. Sunlight, nature’s best disinfectant was clearing out the last few doppler shadows…

Sun­light, as nature’s best dis­in­fec­tant, was clear­ing out the last few doppler shad­ows bridg­ing the bel­li­cose scen­esters and hair­spray gob­lins already on the lurk for the lapsed chances offered to the quick and the dead first and then to the able and the eager still catch­ing up on some great escape plan as they race […]

Chapter 6. Three nights before John Lennon was shot dead in front…

Three nights before John Lennon was shot dead in front of the Dako­ta, and all the fret world mourned el bar­rio del cor­pus christi was rel­a­tive­ly qui­et to the most casu­al observ­er, of whom I was one, bel­ly up to a sat­is­fied mind after a quick hand­ful of tacos lengua and a wet bur­ri­to at Crack­ling Rosie’s had end­ed […]

Chapter 4. Our dear Mrs. Middleton the Strict sent us home with a regenerative task…

Our dear Mrs. Mid­dle­ton the Strict sent us home with a regen­er­a­tive task one fine spring after­noon, crisp with the trav­el­ing song of way­ward dan­de­lions and invin­ci­ble coun­try singers drunk on the booze left unde­liv­ered by the winds of tomorrow’s next sur­prise. Her thir­ty stu­dents were to ask each of our par­ents, and in those days, […]

Chapter 3. The Former Congressman Swore An Air Force Hospital…

The for­mer con­gress­man swore an Air Force hos­pi­tal had nev­er been locat­ed in Palm Beach Coun­ty. He was a home­town boy, an habit­u­al ser­vant of the coun­ty until com­ing to Wash­ing­ton, knew every syn­chro­nized inch of that excru­ci­at­ing­ly oppor­tunis­tic, glitz infest­ed, cap­ti­vat­ing, terse, par­alin­gusit­i­cal­ly vain but roy­al­ty free com­pound par­adise. But ever since the fer­al drug […]

Chapter 2. We’ll get to the official purposes of my morning…

We’ll get to the offi­cial pur­pos­es of my morn­ing rou­tine lat­er, but let me walk you through the basics. Are you record­ing this? Come on peo­ple. Let’s get our sto­ry straight. Will some­body please shuf­fle me a freak­ing elec­tron­ic device that will please on some non‐​​sadistic lev­el work some mag­ic fuck job on our Green­wich Vil­lage […]

Chapter 1. Never fails. Another fat day in the frat boy war…

Nev­er fails. Anoth­er fat day in the frat boy war zone, lov­ing­ly called The War Zone in some parts of the Deep South, finds the smil­ing pres­i­dent slid­ing anoth­er five fin­ger dis­count speech into the Mid­dle­sex Amer­i­can Saw­buck Party’s spend­ing habits, and it seems he’s tak­ing no pris­on­ers with this one. Tweet, tweet. Some prayers […]

Prologue. Events No one can rightfully remember…

Decon­struc­tion along the vines of high­er learn­ing has been well on its thorny way since Her­mes took note of slim odds on per­son­al sur­vival in a God v. Man piss­ing con­test. Try­ing to keep up the ancient façade was trou­bling enough, but when God quit talk­ing and human­i­ty wouldn’t shut up, even the trees in the […]