That’s me impersonating a shower mat at the tub’s floor, my limbs drawn tight, shower set to magma. Hospital tag on my wrist. I cough, shake, and cough some more. Droplets sizzle and steam against my nape; water plings with seething violence against the basin around me. A milky shampoo waterfall tumbles off my hair [...]
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Fuck Viagra. With Cialis, I can actually feel my dick and my heart isn’t threatening to spray the inside of my chest like a microwaved packet of ketchup. The game of puff-puff-pass Judas and Mr. Darkus played with the kronik downstairs has melted into me and Judas playing fuck-fuck-pass with Lana. We’ve both taken our [...]
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The warming sun evaporates the dew on the car windows and works on the fog, but does fuck-all to the frost in my mind. Bag slung over my shoulder, I trudge up the steep residential neighborhood hillside toward the set. I hear the Volvo before I see it. The Station wagon materializes one pixel at [...]
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The gym never closes. It’s pay-by-the-day and for a couple of bucks I can lift weights, take a shower, read or nap in the sauna. I did this last night. Nobody fucks with me here. Towel slung around my waist, I walk over to the locker, unlock the pad lock and pull out my cell [...]
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Fractionally this side of lucid, I lock my knees to stay my swaying. My bodyweight suggests the soft shag carpet beneath my shoes to rise toward me as the Earth soothes me slack with its gravity. I stand off-camera, away from the shot in progress and behind the man shooting the weighty Sony, whom squats [...]
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