Stranger Danger_Inside man, outside man_The Karate Kid Daniel Broke_Untitled 32, or: French 75
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Stranger Danger
“Can I have a double cheeseburger, animal style?” I said to the waiter. “Sure thing.” the waiter said back to me.“Give some extra ketchup on there too, will ya?” I said.By that time Henry the waiter was gone in the diner kitchen. Twenty minutes later, Henry came back with my food and I quickly scarfed it down. I looked at my watch and realized www.onedoor.ccI was late for middle school. I sprinted out the door, only leaving a few dollars on the table, when the burger actually cost nine dollars. I was just about to make it through the door, when someone bumped right into me.We both fell over, falling right o...
Inside man, outside man
Johnnie Walker, the one with the blue label, that was his drink. The taste was adequate, but it was the burn that he craved. That sweet, smokey flow that scorched his insides. Each sip igniting life into his dormant corpse with its toasty embrace. He preferred it neat, as to assure that burn would not be diminished or diluted in any way.Hypnotized by the glow of the crackling logs in the fireplace, he swirled his amber potion around in its glass. Relaxed to the max by rolling the sleeves of his button-up halfway on his forearms but neglecting to address the imprisonment of the shirt in his tro...
The Karate Kid Daniel Broke
The summer of 1983, a high school student, a sophomore, cycled the California streets to West Valley High School. With headphones attached to both ears, sunglasses to cover the bruises on his eyes, a red and black plaid shirt, light brown tuxedo pants with a belt. Inside his rolled-up shirt with the buttons attached he wore a plain white T-shirt. It's an appearance that really doesn't need to be explained. The Tape Recorder is tucked into his right trouser pocket, playing Bananarama's Cruel Summer. Here's an excerpt: “Summer streets and sidewalks are on fire, I'm sitting around. Tried to smile...
Untitled 32, or: French 75
“The only wisdom is that wisdom is bullshit.” “Got that right.” “Who said that, do you think? – cuz’m pretty sure I’d heard that somewhere.” “Maybe you just made it up. Or you’re paraphrasing.” It had snowed all morning and into the afternoon. I was still at the station waiting for the 1:45 and it was already quarter past two. Snow fucks everything up, in the best way possible – I’d been puffing my second to last smoke down to the filter when I see this guy slipping out this door a’ the other end a the station– I assume it’s the room from where they make announcements over the P.A. – he tak...