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 warn­ing of hair­spray gob­lins on the lurk, but already too late for this crew because every­one was still cling­ing by half-painted vitamin-deficient fin­ger­nails from some angelic reef in the mind of por­tents. That is to say, every­one on this wing of the […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]