The Escape Room_Downhill Fast_When I remember Pablo_Entre Nous
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The Escape Room
In the year 2019, I remember going with my friends and the last day of high school to an escape room. We each chose a different room because we wanted to see who could escape the fastest. Melissa took "The Curse of the Mummy" room. Sam chose "The Space Chase" room. I cwww.onedoor.cchose the so-called easiest "Super Hard Spy Mission" room. One by one my friends completed the rooms but I could not figure mine out. "Hey, Melissa, where is Jordan?" says Sam. "I don't know. Do you want to get some ice cream?" Melissa says scatter-brained. "Sure." answers Sam whilst forgetting about me. Soon thereafter Escape Roo...
Downhill Fast
The man at the top of the run told you that twenty miles an hour was as fast as you would end up going. Now you and your best friend were flying down the mountainside at what felt like more than that. Every second, you could feel a bounce from the uneven ground. You haven’t been on a sled since you were single digits in age. Looking down past your friend, you realize that the ride had just started. “Do you want to stop?” Your friend’s shout was barely audible with so much wind darting past your ears. You shake your head, trying to say that you didn’t want to go any farther, but they think yo...
When I remember Pablo
There are some days when I think I’m in love with her. But the day after, I wake up with a throbbing headache. Mostly, we drink wine and smoke cigarettes, and she talks about Pablo. Pablo is her boyfriend. Or a dead poet. I can’t remember which. One is Pablo, and one is Paulo. She talks about them both a lot. I take a long drag from my cigarette and make a low, thoughtful sound. “Hmmm.” And then it doesn’t matter whether she’s talking about Pablo or Paulo - the lover or the poet. She’ll smile at me, and come back from that far-away place. We’ll make love and she’ll fall asleep in my arms. But ...
Entre Nous
Being a writer, poet, artist, and lead singer of a rock and roll band was not easy for David. Back in the early 1980’s, hair was the prevalent look-long curly hair and tight spandex-y leather with a vocal range that could break glasses. Guitar solos made or broke a song and young women would buy tickets much to the chagrin of their rocker boyfriends. The 1980’s hair bands were the “in thing”; young women acting like proverbial prostitutes to get backstage to touch or even have sex with one of the band members. When it came time to put out, the girls would say either yes or no-most of the time...