Stories
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Another day, another deal
I realized that dancing is a great way to conduct a drop. I don’t know why people choose obviously drug deal-y places for the exchange, but that’s too boring for me. Life isn’t normally that exciting, so choosing creative ways to conduct business adds a layer of covert ops, mystery,…
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The end of it
I would have someone take her/it. Neutralize it somewhere isolated. Totally unable to move. Maybe chained up, maybe a flaccid paralysis. It wouldn’t be able to speak. All its evil, pathetic narcissistic anger, screams, and excuses wouldn’t be heard. Just there. Pathetically writhing in pain—imperceptible. I would enter the space.…
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Making money out of literally nothing
Sometimes you have to conjure something out of nothing. It was in my times of absolute broke-itude, that I needed to come up with a way to make money out of absolutely nothing. With only my thoughts. I remember walking around town with boo, talking and laughing and trying to…
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The day I died
The audacity. I had peacefully made my exit, and all these cretins had “things to say” about my choice. I hated those asinine articles when I was alive… “So and so did _________, sparking debate.” So self-important were these lazy internet debaters. Because I gave a fuck what they argued…
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Bandit on the town
Last night, I went to a bar. Figured I’d check out their No Cover Salsa night. I got there and heard the DJ say that it was going to be a 100% bachata night. Damn. I must’ve not paid attention to the IG post. Fuck this. I started walking out–was looking forward…
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Ridding the world of a menace
Problem solved. Finally. I always thought if I ever killed someone that it would feel like…more than this. I feel nothing. No guilt, no shock at what I’ve just done. Only a second ago, but it’s already in the distant past. What I feel is…accomplished. Life isn’t different from one moment…
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Trolling in the night
I didn’t have anything to do this last weekend. So I decided to conjure up some amusement. I went to some random nighttime event in Glendale. They were holding it at one of the usual rooftop venues over on Harvard and Artsakh. An event that I was definitely NOT invited…
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My last moments
As I took in the beauty of that world one last time, I wondered at all the creative energy that made up this marvelous universe. I sighed, then reached over to put the pill in my mouth, took one last refreshing drink of water to help it down, and I…
