First Light

“It is even quieter at dawn. I sit out back and I write stuff, like stories. That’s easy.  I don’t know, it’s like at that time of the day, because everyone’s still asleep, all the best thoughts haven’t been taken yet.” – House at the End of the Street

Fear/Fear

I.  Fear is working in the office late at night and seeing this message written on the toilet mirror…   II.  Fear is working in the office late at night and seeing this message written on the toilet mirror… …then hearing a gravelly voice from one of the cubicles whisper:  “That’s right, dude. Now would…

The Friend I No Longer Have

This was an informal testimonial i wrote for a female friend.  A few months after she read this, I lost her friendship.  I’m not sure, but it well could have been the Karaoke comment :)  Four years and a few tweaks later, the piece still remains “her,” the friend I now no longer have. –…

Operation B.S.

THE WAR rages on.  As I’ve said before, I am, more than ever, bent on quitting smoking.  To succeed, I will need a combination of smarts and pinpoint strategy to deliver the desired results.  The perfect blueprint for my war against smoking had just been signed, sealed and delivered.  I call it Operation B.S., which…

Do I?

Somebody once had the courage to tell me:  “You have been writing all about Love, but you do not know how to love.” To that I had no reply.  No gallant comeback.  Not because she was right, but because I didn’t know how to tell her that all I’ve been writing about is Hurt. (pretzel…