A Dreccian Sport

A Dreccian Sport A large fight broke out off campus after school, across the street in the parking structure. Brandon Lopezsmith was watching on the sidewalk, just outside the structure. There were about 20 Dreccs all dressed in Doc Martens, blue jeans, tank tops, grey suspenders, black crew jackets, and folded grey bandannas hanging out... Continue Reading →

Vices & Demons

He's my friend. Does heroin. He's Psycho. That's what They call him. On The streets. He Collects cans for His habit. He's a shibboleth. My skinhead friend Who does meth. He's Nein. That's what They call him. In Prison. He Robs people to Buy his drugs. He's a misanthrope. My friend who Sells dope. He's... Continue Reading →

Of Being Jaded

When I was younger, like in my teens, we lived out in Granada Hills and my birth mother and her sisters owned a donut store out in Van Nuys, way out by Pacoima and Burbank, near Glenoaks and the 210 freeway. The donut store was called Spudnuts. After dropping out of school, I got a... Continue Reading →

One Summer Break

One summer break I stole a pink roll of bubble gum tape from the corner liquor store. It was the only thing I ever stole. I was nine. The week before I was told to talk to Blob who worked at the liquor store to keep him busy. His real name was Bob. He was... Continue Reading →

The Gardener

[I threw down random cards and built a story out of them.] The Gardener It was another fight with the jerk. Angela was becoming tiresome of him, of his behaviour, her boyfriend Marvin. He had come home late that day, drunk, with the fragrance of another girl on him. It wasn't a perfume Angela wore.... Continue Reading →

Red Light

"One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster..." I can lead you, like a moth, into the red light and intoxicate you with wine and Thai sticks and dine you in the little eateries along the streets then get you drunk on the red light hookers and whores of all shape and size boys... Continue Reading →

My Drive

I drive down a winding road called Hacienda, populated with haciendas, wrapped in dark fields of trees and hills, past Hsi Lai Temple, where we once ate a vegetarian buffet together in the back, by the gift shop, past the creek flanked by rows of tall bamboo, until the fields and hills flattens and normal... Continue Reading →

Morning Coffee

  The tea kettle whistled early this morning, a hazy, cloudy, cool summer day break. I stretch my sleepy muscles, my eyes open, taking in a fresh day's light, and search for my pajamas, discarded somewhere between my bed and books. In goes the coffee, instant, and out comes the aroma, filling the kitchen's atmosphere... Continue Reading →


Enter. A maze of shelves, front to back. Volumes of books, tessellated. Soft and hard, covered. Alphabetizes and grouped, by subject. Smell first, the pages. The scent of, fresh paper and ink. In a corner, I read. Hours and books, one after another. Sanctuary and refuge, retreated. Leave with one book, a mind full of... Continue Reading →

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