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You can’t make me watch you die. That’s my choice and whether I make it or not is still entirely up in the air. You can do what you’re going to do obviously but I can’t imagine why I’d want … Continue reading →

The busman would not open the door for me even though I was at the bus stop. He just passed me by and, though caught by a red light, would still not open his doors. It’s a simple act. He’s … Continue reading →

If the wrong man does the right thing is it truly the right thing or still somehow a travesty because someone wrong was involved? Can a good act come from a bad man? Is honesty right if the truth causes … Continue reading →

I’m afraid to ask after Carmine. I haven’t seen him anywhere for weeks but I can’t say anything. I worry about what I’ll hear, what I might learn. If he’s gone I guess life goes on. It’s not like I’d … Continue reading →

You don’t know me probably. I’m one of the thousands of boys who lusted after you in your heyday way back when. I watched your show on VCR over and over and over until the tapes wore and snapped. I … Continue reading →

Saying things that are honest is no fun. It leaves you open to ridicule and shame and beatings and finger-pointings – which might be the worst. I guess saying things that are honest could have some rewards if what is … Continue reading →

Dawn. It’s too fucking early for any mortal to be awake. Why did God create a six o’clock if not to punish his sinning servants? Perhaps the Devil built this evil hour and the ones before it to make the … Continue reading →

At the top of the building across the street from my mother’s house sits one of my father’s offices. They kept relocating him across the city. He’s not there anymore (at this hour he never was); he retired years ago … Continue reading →

I knew I shouldn’t have bothered you again. I knew I should have just let it go, should’ve realized that two ships passing in the night sea is perfectly lovely imagery. I knew I should have let it be. I … Continue reading →

The 24-hour diner has one of those revolving trays where all the desserts spin round and round, tempting, teasing, taunting with their sugared goodness. The multicolored mousse is most appealing this evening. I can’t have it. I can’t afford it … Continue reading →