Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

When you want to fuck, you find the soul’s groove. When you wanna dance you find the beat. When you want the rock, though, you go to the source. You find the exceptional. You play the extraordinary. When you want … Continue reading →

Talk to me tell me what goes on. Explain to me the important things or the small things or anything at all. Let me know what you want. Provide me the insights that will bring us closer make us stronger … Continue reading →

Alone in the park as I feed the pigeons I wonder what has brought me here. Am I such an old lonely man who has no one to talk to that I spend hours on benches with nothing but birds … Continue reading →

There’s something in the air. Something in the water. Something in the smile of all the girls a’gaggling looking at me like they just quit vegantarianism and I’m just the right cut of meat. I gotta te you, it’s been … Continue reading →

(after Oli) My Internist tells me I’ve got nine pints of blood in my body. My psychiatrist says I’m under duress. Between the two of these physicians, I am a bloody mess.

That Charlie Chaplin sure fucked a lot of young girls. He got married, like, nineteen times, and always to women who were decades junior – and sometimes sophomore*. He liked to tell people what to do which is why he … Continue reading →

You broke me, Alice. When you left, when you departed this world we once knew so well, when you said, "That pack of cigarettes is NOT going to buy itself," and you walked out the door left slightly ajar – … Continue reading →

On accidentally opening the bathroom door and seeing Richard ringer en flagrante (sic?) before closing the door and running far fsr away: I am sorry. That was an accident. That was unintentional. That was not the door I was looking … Continue reading →

I met a man named Schenectady Pete he did some things that aren’t sweet so sour, in fact, was that little Peter that when unmet his mom, I beat her. and If I’ could go back in time, His mom … Continue reading →

She has the look of a faded still in perfect pose and aged past perfection. There is something classic and not of this age about her. She sounds sharp quick warm some sort of a screwball comedienne who keeps up … Continue reading →