Somewhere Along The Way…

…So there’s this story, right? I get the idea as I’m walking to work on Monday morning with that stupid Shins song stuck in my head from the dance show last weekend, thinking it’ll be a cute little drabble to while away the morning hours.
And yet here I am on Friday afternoon, still plugging away […]

I meant to publish another story first, but this one beat it to the punch. This silly, totally random drabble comes courtesy of the song “We” by Home Video, which may be the most beautiful thing to exist, well…ever. At the same time, I was kind of thinking of that Blind Melon video where the […]

Once upon a time, I could not write a single thing - creatively, that is, in terms of the sort of fiction I post here at the moment - without being completely smashed, blitzed, drunk beyond belief.
I think it was a matter of bravery. Not that I really have to suck in my breath and […]

So I decided to reward myself for going to ballet tonight by 1) procuring a temporary replacement for my busted keyboard (thank you, Best Buy, and your generous return policy) and 2) allowing myself to “discover” the three leftover Coronas I had hidden in the back of my refrigerator, as I - joy of joys! […]

When you get drunk, sometimes funny things happen.
Sometimes, you decide it’s a good idea to slam back three beers in a 30-minute period, no earlier than 3AM, on an empty stomach.
Sometimes, after this bacchanalia, you discover that you are thirsty, and obtain a glass of water.
Sometimes, this glass of water happens to be sitting next […]

This very short story is inspired by the writings of the Russian author Danill Kaarms, an experimental modernist writer from the Stalinist era. I have also been listening to music which has evidently inspired other people in other forms of art, and I have found that it is equally effective in inspiring mine. As this […]

You know how sometimes certain songs are so devastatingly appropriate for the current circumstances of your life situation? To the point where it becomes actually physically painful to listen to them, and yet you can’t stop, you can’t help it, even if it like fucking rips your heart out and makes you want to go […]

The mayhem continues…
Dart was The Man, all right - below 23rd Street, he was known more specifically as the Man With The Gun, or rather, Three Guns: one tucked securely in the waistband of his jeans, a Glock, liberated long ago from a pre-Rapture NYPD armory. The other two assault rifles were his left and […]

(I’m baaaaaack! And deeply engrossed in the lovely, soothingly naturalistic “Watership Down,” which I had assumed would skew my subject material towards rather Tolkein-like matters - rather contradictorily, I seem to have swung the other way and decided instead to NUKE MANHATTAN because I thought it might be fun. Woohoo! Think of it as a […]

About a month and a half ago, I was teetering precariously on the edge of homelessness: having been effectively dumped out on the streets of New York along with all my worldly possessions by a borderline psychotic roommate, and with replacement housing still fifteen days out of reach, I was relegated to a 6×3 space […]