I never thought that my best friends would have been objects instead of people, but here we are. I liked to smoke. I loved to smoke. My favorite time of the day was early morning, with cup of coffee in hand, pack of cigarettes on the table, and an hour to leisurely peruse Facebook and … Continue reading Losing my best friends and it’s great
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, the house vibrated with each beat. Jane cocked her head, startled. "What's that noise?" I told her it was a car speaker booming somewhere close. "A CAR SPEAKER!" "WHAT??" I walked out on to the porch and the next door workers were blasting from a truck as they threw trash into the … Continue reading Neighbors are the best people
The Columbus Chronicles, episode 4 We can still smoke in the bar a relief for the reprobates Pretty soon the pine smell is obliterated and a blue haze floats just above our heads We've become animated, my barfly friends and me outside the sun creeps down the west side of the street and brightens … Continue reading Who even knows the mystery?
This is the third piece in the series "The Columbus Chronicles" The guy on my left a couple of stools away smells like aftershave, the strong and cheap kind that comes in a pickle bucket. He apparently bathes in it. Not as bad as what I imagine the little guy on his left smells … Continue reading The mystery continues
The Columbus Chronicles At 6 am I watch them, the men, one woman They stand on the sidewalk in front of the alcove and they don't talk much but their bowed heads and their shuffling feet, cigarettes puffed quickly, speak to not who they are but what they are They are thirsty They are anticipating … Continue reading Touch the mystery