Contents of the Aluminum Beast_2 A.M._I'm Better Off Without You_A Tyrant No More
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Contents of the Aluminum Beast
A 2005 Chevrolet Express with 345,000 miles on it sporting its last set of wheels is not the ideal choice of a ride for anyone. Let alone when it's hot pink with a sexy fire stripe going down the side and meant to carry you and your bandmates around the country. But, hey, it works. Ninety five degrees outside on the Fourth of July and the inside of the Aluminum Beast is as cold as the beer cave Harold stole a 30 pack from last night. He’s faster than he looks to be sure, it's his short stature and beady four eyes give away the more deviant and atypical disposition of Harold Lloyd. He’s not al...
2 A.M.
That 2 A.M. fresh air. Dignan is on the mattress beside me, struggling to get through Gravity’s Rainbow and giving up, getting no further than I did. My chin rests on the pane of an open window, my right arm extending onto the garage roof. I let the drops plop down from the eaves and soak the tip of my cig, and mingle with the grease in my hair. I stare at nothing in particular. Mostly streetlights shimmer in the lane. Rivulets gush along the curb and spill under manhole covers set into the sidewalk. Twice a car – different each time - plowed by, entering and exiting the frame squared by my o...
I'm Better Off Without You
“Hey Travis, did you see my gallery show?” asked Karl. “I’m the up and coming thing in Portland. Oh, and how have you been?” Travis was surprised that Karl stopped by their table. He’d seen him as he followed the hostess through the maze of buzzing tables with his partner Amir to a side booth near the back of Mother’s Kitchen. He noticed Amir staring at Karl with those huge brown eyes Travis loved. He took Amir’s hand as Karl fawned over himself in front of their booth.“We’re good, no, we’re great,” answered Travis. He felt a squeeze as Amir confirmed his opinion.“Well, I just bet you are,” s...
A Tyrant No More
Isabella heaved a sigh as she slammed her car door closed. She clicked on the lock and sashayed into a five-star restaurant. The glimmer of lights had nearly blinded her eyes when the usher opened the glass door for her. As expected of Barnes Hale, he would’ve chosen the most ostentatious restaurant for their meet-up —or what her mom called a ‘date’. Anyhow, she refused to acknowledge this meet-up with Barnes Hale as a date. She didn’t understand what in the world her parents had seen in the stupidly privileged man in his mid 30s. Sure, he had the money and the business, but there were other m...