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Relatively Painless: Wensday July 15, 2015

“How much money do you have?” Maxwell asks. He’s stooped in the driver’s seat of his Chrysler Saratoga, ham hock hands resting on the steering wheel like fat, hairless rats. If he were anymore overweight he’d be wearing the car like a Transformers Halloween … Continue reading

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Under the Artificial Stars: Saturday, 4th of July 2015

“I’m sorry again.” Pen moans, wiping the sweat from her flushed forehead. “But you have to admit they weren’t that bad, just a little rough.” “Rough?” Grace looks at her, “They were jerks!” June rolls her eyes. This has been going on … Continue reading

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 Mystery Man: Friday June 19th, 2015

“Ok, we know what type of guy June likes,” Pen gulps mouthful of her grape Snowball and points her empty spoon at June, “macho luchadors with enormous wangs?” “Enormous wangs!” June affirms. She stirs her rainbow slushy- a once beautiful arrangement of cherry, … Continue reading

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A Happy Cloud: Saturday June 13th, 2015

All right everyone we are in a heat stress advisory so keep indoors or, if you really have to be out and about, drink your weight in water. Now here’s Soundgarden with their early 90’s hit, “Black Hole Sun.” The tune creeps … Continue reading

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A Bright and Shining Summer: Saturday May 30th, 2015

“When are you going?” June asks. She’s leaning her head out the van window, her black curls, like the fur of some rich woman’s corded poodle, blowing in the wind. “Not soon I hope.” I smile to myself. Normally aloft … Continue reading

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20 Meters Up and a Thousand Miles Away: Saturday Jul. 12th, 2014

I’m miles into the stratosphere, alone, freezing, and about to plummet into the ice cold Atlantic… Ok, maybe it’s not that dramatic, but standing on the 20 meter high dive above Greenville’s only municipal pool as dozens of red, chlorinated … Continue reading

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